My brother, he was small once
But I don't remember that
I'm tough and he's big
(good thing cause in reality I'm freaked)
I love him even though he stinks
and on my birthday he dropped my cake
Mom shouldn't have given him the responsibility, what with his webbed hands and feet
He'll never forget it, neither will we
My brother, King of Swampy Pond
My brother the hippopotamus
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 11:48 PM UTC
My brother, he was small once
But I don't remember that
I'm tough and he's big
(good thing cause in reality I'm freaked)
I love him even though he stinks
and on my birthday he dropped my cake
Mom shouldn't have given him the responsibility, what with his webbed hands and feet
He'll never forget it, neither will we
My brother, King of Swampy Pond
My brother the hippopotamus
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