My Sister and Me

How many Guinea Pigs can you see? Is it one, or two, or maybe three? There's Honey and Sweetie, and Old Master Monty, He ogles the girls 'till his eyes go quite wonky. As to which one's the best, we just can't agree 'Cos they all belong to my sister and me They live out of doors in a house made by Dad, It's lovely and posh, the best they could have A bit like on holiday when your' van's been delayed They shout, "on the house", A PLATINUM UPGRADE. For having to wait, It's totally free We're both very grateful, my sister and me. We all love those Guinea Pigs, of that there's no doubt, But when it comes to cleaning them out We both try pretending it's the other one's turn We go for the wind up but we both need to learn That nothing worth having ever comes easily, And one day we'll get there, my sister and me. How long do you think there'll be only three? Suppose they gave babies, like a real family. There'll be hundreds of Poohs and thousands of wee's I hope they don't do it on the brand new settee Old Master Monty will be as proud as can be As he blinks a sly wink at my sister and me.