He’s two years younger than i
With brown hair and green eyes
We argue here and there
But we always end up being fair

We have our moments when we can chat
When we’re both not being brats
I think he looks up to me
As I look down at him to see

I don’t like his hair
It looks like mine
But it’s his way of being himself
His way of saying he’s fine.

Yeah he’s my younger brother
Someone I take care of
We’re a lot for my mother
But he will always be my little brother