My Keen Sister

I have a sister, Phoebe. I really would like you to meet her. She's smart as a whip, and anyone that's even a little intellectual can see that so easily. She's so young, but she catches on to so much. Even though she is so smart, she is silly sometimes too. That's what I like about her. She can be smart and silly. A lot of people either have one or the other.
She got mad at me the other day, for telling her I was leaving and couldn't bring her. She even had her suitcases and everything. Packed and ready to go. You really should have seen it. She acted like a brat for a while after, but she soon got over it.
Of course I'm not leaving.
I happened to hear this song on the radio, and it really reminds me of her. She's great to just chew the fat with, or even open up to. I don't know what I would have done without her if I hadn't visted her that night I got extremely drunk. Sometimes I feel like she's the only one who actually gives a damn about me.
Thank you Phoebe.
This one's for you: