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Once upon a weekend,
I did a naughty thing,
I tied my little sister up,
With a ball of string.

She broke into gales of laughter,
She giggled all the while,
Telling me, "This is so much fun!"
Until she saw my smile.

'Twas actually a smirk, you see,
For this was pay back time.
She'd hacked the hair, off my dolls,
And didn't give a dime!

I held a Barbie up to her face,
And said, "See what you have done!
You sheared off her golden curls!
~ Is that your kind of fun?"

My sister squirmed and sputtered,
And begged to be let go,
I shook my head and let her cry,
For she had hurt me so.

But then I looked, in to her eyes,
And my heart began to melt.
I couldn't cause her any pain,
Because her pain I felt.

I explained that all our actions,
Do have consequences,
That she should think before she acts,
And not do acts so senseless!

Her pouting face was precious,
I was weakened by her charms,
With scissors I then snipped the strings,
Then around her, put my arms.

She promised she'd be respectful,
And not touch things of others,
So from her room she went and got,
A tin soldier of our brother's!

She opened up her piggy bank,
And poured out every penny,
Then handed me a tiny wig,
Which belonged to her doll Jenny.

"I'm sorry, Sis! I've learned my lesson!
I never will be bad.
I do not want to upset others,
Nor make them feel sad."

I hugged my little sister,
Telling her that she's the best,
That she really is a good little girl,
Who slipped up, and made a mess!

I brought my Barbies out to play,
To show her I still care,
That we could play side by side,
With my dollies that we could share.

It's funny, but her lesson,
Had something there for me,
That dolls and things can be replaced,
But my sister could never be!
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