Way across the river, 

Right around the street,

Lives a little boy

With dirt on his feet.

He’s got dark curly hair

And a mischievous smile,

But he’ll talk your ear off

The whole dang while! 

He likes to ride tractors

And enjoy a fake smoke.

For dinner, he’ll just have a coke.

He loves doing manwork

And watching TV.

No cares in the world,

He’s so carefree! 

Way across the river,

Right over the trees,

Lives a little boy,

With dirt on his knees.

This is my brother, 

Although not very tall,

I love him very much,

Curly hair and all!