Sweet confectionFrom sugar cane growingTall in summer heat,From groves of spreading trees,To my waiting mouth.Who imagined you?Who created your mix of butter, sugar, and pecans;Who boiled and stirred; Who beat and stirred and spooned you A puddle of wonderful sweetness?Praline

Aged city crouched waiting above the riverAll rivers run to the seaAll rivers run to the seaPort city where laden ships come and goAll rivers run to the seaAll rivers run to the seaBrick city weathered by time and saltAll rivers run to the seaAll rivers run to the sea

Sisters growing close and looking alikeThe shy one standing a bit behind the otherFeeling safer in the shade of the brighter And more outgoing personality.Sisters together, strengthening each otherHolding tight, needing each other,Staying close, upholding each otherSisters cheering each other onSisters, taking a bow.