I feel someone creeping up from behind,

With a sigh I turn around.

True to my anticipation, my liitle brother I find.

Crawling with all fours, on the ground.

Trying to sneak off with my favourite toy.

This is my little brother, the rascal boy.

With such cherubic look and innocent eyes,

Who would imagine such mischief belies.

His chubby fingers poking everywhere,

There is no place to hide my secret stash anywhere.

If he is into any trouble,

There is no need for him to be on the double.

With those puppy eyes and cheeky grin,

He will be let off with a wink.

No matter what I wont take his antics to heart,

My little brother l love you so much.