Peering out of tiny eyes,
The grubby hands that grip the rail,
Wipe the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch.
Whistle awaken someone there,
Next door to the nursery just down the hall.
A strange new sound you never heard before,
A strange new sound that makes boys explore.
Tread neath so small those little feet,
Amid the morning a small heart beats,
So much excitement yesterday
Must be rewarded, must be displayed.
Large hands lift him through the air,
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows,
But what's this extra bed just here.
His puzzled head tipped to one side,
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes,
Glancing down upon this thing that makes
Strange sounds, strange sounds that sing.
In those silent happy seconds that
Surround the sound of this event,
A parent's smile is made in moments,
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older,
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother.
This is your brand new brother.
