When I was born I had two brothers,
I was the youngest of three.
But soon my mom "adopted" others,
And thus extends the tree.

My brother's friends all all her mom,
And so do mine as well.
They all say that shes the bomb,
And that she's sweet as caramel.

I now have five brothers, and three sisters,
Though only two are real.
Even if they're from other misters,
It couldn't be more ideal.