When
You Have Lots of Brothers
by Grandma
Baadsgaard
Happy
8th Birthday Sophie. I
sure do love you sweetheart.
I just found a knee in my face
If they don’t stop wrestling soon
I’ll lock myself in my room
They think everything is one big race
If they don’t stop running around soon
I think I’ll start howling at the moon
There are too many boys in this place
All my things disappear without a trace
If they don’t stop losing my stuff soon
I think I’ll turn into a loony loon
There are too many boys in this place
I’m quickly becoming a mental case
If they don’t stop punching me soon
I’ll turn into a girly goon
Sometimes when I watch them there
Running around in their bares
I wonder, “Is this my lot?”
Maybe being the only sister is not so hot.
I wonder, “Is this my lot?”
Maybe being the only sister is not so hot.
For brothers are rowdy most the time.
They like rocks, dirt and lots of slime
When they’re bored, they give each other a poke
Soon the whole bathroom floor is soaked
When I just can’t stand any more of this mess
So I call Aunt Alisa and say,
“Can we have some girl time today?”
And she never runs around in her bare.
We sit on the couch and snuggle up
Until I feel like a soft little pup.
Then after a while, I miss them and so
It’s time to go back for another go
For brothers are bouncy balls of energy
But there’s no place I’d rather be
Than in a house full of rowdy boys
And lots of rooms full of messy toys
For my brothers are my very best friends
Who will stand by me to the bitter end.