It's a quarter to four
My sister's no more
Now she's gone
I won't have to mow the lawn
I won't feed the fishes
Or do the dishes
I won't have to crouch
I can use the couch
To watch my TV.

But then at 5:33
It cannot be
My sister's come back
And proceeded to smack
Me across the face
Until I gave back her base
And went to her work
I really think she's a jerk.

She made me pick up a screwdriver
She always is like a slave driver
She screams and yells and bites and kicks
And never pays attention to if I'm sick.
Commanding and watching all the time,
And I don't even earn a single dime!

I cannot take this anymore
So tomorrow, at a quarter to four
I will watch her figure go out the door
And then her commands will be no more.
But when the clock reads 5:32
I'll go to the door and put on my shoes
And when she comes back
To give me my daily smack
I'll be long gone
To boss around my friend John.

Herbert O. Holzbauer
© November 2002

Midi: "Hertha"
Composer: Bert Hilby