Poems (Grossman)/Brother
BROTHER
I have a little brother, Who plays the livelong day,And doesn't pay attention To anything you say.
My mother said to brother One day, "It isn't rightTo throw bed-covers from you, As you do every night."
"Why do you do it, brother?" In answer he would say,"Because you would not let me Go out to-day and play."
With all his faults, he's very nice; Without him, dull and grayOur house would be. He adds the spice And brightens up the day.
December, 1913.