PESKY SISTERS

I am the oldest sister
You MIGHT know what that means
There is one that is youngest
And one's just in between

I've been told that girls are made
Of, HA, sugar and spice
Sometimes they smell like Pole Cats
Or something not so nice

Make believe they're all grown up
Being younger is their fate
Try to read but don't know how
I can 'cause I am eight

Follow me and copy me
Won't leave me all alone
The thing that's most annoying
They can't tell by my tone

When I want them close at hand
And when to let me be
Say they do it just because
They say, 'cause they love me