My little brother is very brave,
Though he is only seven,
He likes to say he is eleven.

He dares me to climb the roof,
It looks easy but I always droop,
Because I'm not as brave as he,
He always makes fun of me.

He has a dimple on either cheek,
Which makes him ever so sweet,
His toothless grin and
mischievous smile,
Gets him out of trouble all the time.

But I love him so, he's the best you know,
Even though I have still not told him so!