Of your parents not he be
And your brother yet he is
Think and tell me who he is
When your face is lit in glee
There he was to sing with thee
Always in your dancing spree
When again you're weak-willed
Or you're sliding down the steep
Sand and water sweep your feet
It's yet his other feat
Getting you o'the precipice
When the world is out on thee
Pace and ponder who you see
Then you see a friend indeed.
