My sister Pearl’s a naughty girl,
Her speech is of the crudest.
Her attitude is rather rude.
She cannot bear the feel of clothes,
She twitches squirms and wriggles.
She startles us with frightful oaths,
And then she laughs and giggles.
When talking of her fancied wrongs
Her pupils grow dilated,
And then she’ll sing some naughty songs —
Its time her ills abated.