Sometimes it’s frustrating to have a sibling

And by sometimes, I mean almost always

The pick, they push, they nag, they whine

Getting closer to the last nerve, all of the time

They always want the same things, never share

Never give the first turn, never want to do my game

I don’t even know why mom had them 

They’re no fun, awful, trouble, and so annoying 

It’s hard being the oldest, the middle, the baby

No matter which kid you are, it’s all shoving and fighting 

And yet at the end of the day, they have your back

Best friends forever, in between scirmishes and squabbles