Little brother was a bother
I was so glad when he went to camp
I called him, "Super-Soaker"
Every morning the bed was much more than damp
He was a hero waiting to be called
When the cabin caught fire that fateful night
The children screamed and balled
"Super-Soaker" stayed in bed and floated out alright
The rest were appalled and singed
Brother didn't have one burn
The Preacher was said to have cringed
"Urine" the hands of angels, we must learn!
"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"