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Little Brother

Little Brother

 

I have a little brother

And I love him an awful lot

But there was once a day

When we fussed and fought

 

He really was a pest

And played with all my planes

He’d ruin them all no less

But didn’t admit a thing

 

He had a remote control car

And I played with it too

I drove it fast and far

It was the least that I could do

 

We wrestled an awful lot

And practiced all our moves

The living room was our spot

With some karate chops there too

 

It makes me smile a little

As I recall those times

I’m glad we had each other

To brighten up our lives