There's something special about big brothers,
As some of you may know.
And I have one that's special to me now,
As he was years ago.
There's nothing a big brother can't do
Or anyone he can't lick.
Somehow he's always there
And there's nothing he can't fix.
He's the guy that makes you laugh
When you most want to cry.
He ALWAYS let you have your way,
But teased you till you thought you'ed die.
A big brother's a pal, a counselor, a clown.
He's wise and strong and picks you up
When your world's turned up-side-down.
Remember when you spent those hours
Listening to him talk
Or praised him when he'd sing off key,
Or just go for a long walk?
And when he'd ask you to do things
You'ed jump down and run,
He didn't think it was anything
But to you it was special and fun.
Mostly, he like you to rub his back,
Or have you scratch his head.
But sometimes he'd make you do the dishes all alone,
Or bride you till you'd make his bed.
But as the years come and go
You know within your heart
There'll always be a special place
Where big brother takes the part.
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But then the day comes when he's found someone else
To share his hopes and dreams
And you find a fear within your heart
That she won't know what they all mean.
You silly little sister -
Don't you understand?
A big brother as wonderful as him
Could only have picked someone - just as grand!
barbara cope
copyright 1958
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