Dear God, give me patience
To help me through the day
It is hard with two little brothers
Who are often quite cliche
They are louder than loud
They steal my books off my shelves
Then they often hide them
Like sneaky little elves
I scold and cluck
I whisper then shout
They grin apologetically
While I shoo them out
Worse, they are smart
And seem to flaunt their A-plusses
While I follow their escapades
And clear up their messes
But in the end I love them
Despite their brotherly antics
'Cause I often get them back
With clever sisterly tactics!