I adore my funny little sister so,
Now she wants to dream and rest, you know.
I sing sweetly to help her fall so deep,
She listens close to my tales, her sleep to keep.
There's a fellow named Mister Twister, you see,
In an old Jeep, he lives, wild and free.
Yet his dream is to sail on a ship so bright,
Oh, the whims of Mister Twister, what a sight!
To the sea, he often makes a dash,
Leaving his Jeep behind, he dreams so brash.
He fears his ship might one day slip,
He wants to shout, "My ship, take a trip!"
Oh, Mister Twister's dreams, they persist,
Someday he'll find a ship to coexist.
With a smile wide on his lips, he'll be a mister
Whose dreams come true, no longer a twister.
My dear funny sister, I love you so,
As you slumber peacefully, dreams in tow.
I sing to you, guiding you to dreams' endless stream,
And there you'll meet Mister Twister, it seems