Two sisters, we - an unlikely pair -
I the tortoise, she the hare.
My pace is slow, while she moves fast,
When speed's the thing, I come in last!
I plant flowers, she plucks weeds;
I'm quick with smiles, she with deeds.
She greets each stranger on the spot;
A "people person" I am not.
Her words gush forth, mine tarry long;
She seeks for facts, I cherish song.