Brothers are such trouble

All they do is cry

Everyone lies to you don’t sing a lullaby

For these are little devils

They never listen well

And when you do something wrong all they do is yell

No they aren’t angels

Listen to me now

Would angels make this kind of mess?

And leave it strewn around?

Yes I know they’re babies but still can’t you see

They haven’t done anything good

So why not look at me?

I get good grades and smile

I try to be polite

Yet look who gets all the attention for doing nothing right.

Hey I’m still talking

No he isn’t cute

Well maybe that’s a lie

But I didn’t say that to you

His smile is sort of charming

His hands are kinda small

No I’m not growing fond of them never not at all

I can’t love these little devils

They ruined my life today

But when all is said and done I’m lying anyways

They are my little brothers

And no matter what

I love these little monsters

Even when it’s tough