My Brother

My brother’s worth about two cents, As far as I can see. I simply cannot understand Why they would want a “he.” He spends a good part of his day Asleep inside the crib, And when he eats, he has to wear A stupid baby bib. He cannot walk and cannot talk And cannot throw a ball. In fact, he can’t do anything— He’s just no fun at all. It would have been more sensible, As far as I can see, Instead of getting one like him To get one just like me.