Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero!
Me, ah ken better an' his rating's close tae zero!
He likes tae hog the flair wi' jokes oh say dreary'
Efter twenty meenits we grow a wee tadge weary.
He has a better side but it's hidden oot o' sight,
An' onything he says, Ye've guessed, he is ayewis right!
Ah'm no sayin' he is stoopid, that wid be unkind;
Aw he really needs is a kick up his behind.
Hooever, he's ma brither sae ah'm gi'en' him some flack;
Ah'm share that when he reads this he'll gi'e me plenty back:
Ah suppose ah really like him, weel jist a tiny bit,
Even wi' his awfy, childish,doonbeat wit!
Ah should stope ma ramblin's an tell ye somethin' guid!
It isna really true that his heed is made o' wid;
Naw, he's truly brilliant….when he is far awa',
An' talkin' oan the telephone he's like a babblin' Craw.
AYE FOLKS THAT'S MA BRITHER!!!!!! An' ah love him!