With apologies to Terry Scott
Who taught me about toasties,
Who says if you scratch you’ve got fleas,
Who laughs at me when I sneeze?
My brother!
My brother says it wasn’t he
Who scoffed the cake meant for Daddy —
My brother said that it was me…
My brother’s rotten!
Who lets me play with his squeaky ball,
Who taught me how to come when they call,
Who do I drive up the wall?
My brother!
Who doesn’t mind when I want to play-fight,
Who do I cuddle up to at night,
Who doesn’t tease me about my height? (Well, not much – he does call me ‘Pipsqueak’)
My lovely, lovely brother…
