He’s older and bolder,
And I’m a whole lot shorter,
His brown hair is straight,
His temper is shorter than an eye lash.

We look nothing alike,
As we bicker and fight,
I know that not one word that is said is true,
Our parents don’t have a clue.

He’s sixteen now,
I miss the days when we would ‘moo’ like cows,
Driving around in his ford pick- up truck,
It seems that he has all the luck.

Our time of living in the same house is almost up,
I know that as he packs his stuff,
I will be sitting in my room crying,
I don’t want to lose him.

He is my idol,
I love my brother,
Shhhh, I want it to be a surprise!