My brother Sam is nice,
He has long hair but not lice,
He calls a pot of hummus toto,
And likes to drink from a bottle,
But not milk like baby sons and daughters,
Juice sweet like sugar water.
And once it’s time to say goodnight,
He sleeps sweetly in dark, not light,
But sometimes he can cry and cry,
and I can’t get to sleep, I don’t know why.