Freckles scattered across his face
Bright blue eyes so full of grace
Bed head that can never be smoothed down
Still, he seldom wears a frown

He makes me laugh and likes to cook
He reads my mood just like a book
I love how he’s almost always happy
But I won’t let this get too sappy

He tends to smell a bit unpleasant
He’s a little surly in the present
He has his bratty moments too
When he might not be kind to you

I forgive him for all of those things, regardless
In reality, he’s harmless
He doesn’t have fortune or fame
But I love my little brother all the same