“My Little Brother Pete,” Friend, June 1996, 30
Every time I get a treat,
I have to share with little Pete.
Whenever I go out to play,
Mom says, “Take Pete along, OK?”
When I play race cars in my room,
Pete grabs my cars and yells, “Vroom! Vroom!”
The last two years on my birthday,
Pete blew out my candles, cheered, “Hurray!”
When I come home each day from school,
Pete’s by the window on a stool.
And if there is a storm outside,
Pete grabs my legs and tries to hide.
Every time Pete goes to bed,
He asks for a story I’ve already read.
And every time I think of Pete,
I smile and think, He’s pretty neat!