Brothers

My friend, my playmate, my rival, my brother With whom I must share my father and mother, My brother for whom I truly care Sometimes, even enough to share

My toys, even my favorite one - That's when brothers can be fun.

But sometimes all I want to say To my enemy brother is, ``Go away!''

I may not like him but I'll defend The brother who is my dearest friend.

Brothers can make us love and hate But having one of my own is great.