We Siblings

We two naughtiest

The fighters of silliest

Hatters of both side's

The youngest is the fighter

The oldest gets punishment

The youngest happier

The older is the saddest

Both sisters

Are like trouble makers

Madness is her key

And mine is sweetness

Silly is her mind

My love is blind

The starter of fight

I give it up

Her weapon are nails

I have none 

But our love is careless