Sarah’s Brother

What’s so great about my brother
All he does is sleep and cry
People say he’s such a beauty
I can’t help but wonder why
‘Cause he’s nothing much to look at
The word homely fits the bill
Like a turnip that’s been left too long
On mother’s window sill

Oh! Frederic
With your shocking hair of red
Wish you’d been a girl instead
Oh! Frederic
Can’t you see you’ve got to go?
A little birdie told me so
Oh! Frederic

Frederic, like the composer
Is the silly name they gave
My guess is that Mr. Chopin
Is now turning in his grave
‘Cause you gurgle, spill and spit
Sounds like a real cacophony
But my mother and my father
They just hear a symphony

Frederic
With your shocking hair of red
Wish you’d been a girl instead
Oh! Frederic
Can’t you see you’ve got to go?
A little birdie told me so
Oh! Frederic

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