Bradly
It starts as an idol and wrestling mate
Or racing to make the first happy plate
An explorer through the Holiday Park creek
Or dress up partner for trick-or-treat
There are fights and tattles, and adoption threats
Nintendo games and Hot-Wheels carpets
It slowly transforms to common friends
And so often mistaken to be twins.
A blessing, hard worker, couldn’t ask for another
He is and always will be, my favorite older brother.
