Nobody wants to mess with Superbrat—
And only Clark can really manage it.
She wants her little way in nothing flat.
Clark counsels patience: Kara throws a fit.
And Terran kids? They make her want to spit.
She’s wary of their sheer fragility.
Into their little cliques she doesn’t fit.
Nobody, she complains, is friends with me!
Someday she’ll learn that no one’s flying free,
That cousin Clark, who’s always smiling wide,
Is laden with responsibility
From which not even Superspeed can hide.
With many fans, I’m waiting for the day.
Until then, I’ll stay out of Kara’s way.