I have a strange brother
And he does weird things
He likes to dance in the open
And also likes to sing

He wears my mother’s clothes
And they come down to his feet
He likes to keep his face dirty
And loves to keep his feet neat

He sometimes wears my dresses
My trousers and pants
And sometimes he’s happy
When I add a few ants

My brother is so weird
But at least there’s one good thing
His clothes, they never get old
And they always remain new!!!