Disclaimers: The usual. Bobby doesn't belong to me.
When Sam, Billy or me
Wanted up in a tree
Or a treat before bed
He'd say "Go ahead!"
I liked him - and my brothers agree!
Our Mom gave him hell
For the stories he'd tell
We'd laugh till we ached
(But Mom's anger was faked
I know that she liked them as well)
Who'd have guessed at the start
That he could make me like art?
History, science and chess
I have to confess
I didn't think him that smart
I rarely saw him frown
When the kids were around
His behavior was outrageous
But his smile was contagious
He would be both teacher and clown.
Billy's always been shy
But Bobby would try
To make him behave
As though he were brave
And it worked! Though I can't tell you why.
Before Bobby came
Sam would frequently aim
To act worse than our Dad
He could be pretty bad
Mom said trouble was his middle name.
Though he denied expertise
Bobby'd charm birds from trees
I thought he gave a d@mn
About us all; 'specially Sam
I wish I knew what he did to displease.
He'd play pick up sticks
And teach magic tricks
But then he was gone
Mom said he didn't belong
For reasons even God couldn't fix
Like Bear, our Maine coon
Who yowls at the moon
And in the blink of eye
Makes living things die
Bobby created this emotional typhoon
I remember his eyes
Whenever Mom cries
I really felt that they fit
But without warning he split
When Bobby left I just thought I would die.
