A Mysterious Antipathy

He’s a dear little thing, is No. 3, Dear to his mother and dear to me, While his older brother’s idea of bliss Is to give him a gentle hug and kiss. But the one ambition of Brother Jim Appears to be to demolish him.

All that he does is eat and cry; He wouldn’t and couldn’t harm a fly. There’s nothing about him that might inspire A brother’s aversion, a brother’s ire. Nevertheless, his Brother Jim Would give one eye for a slap at him.

He lacks attainments; he’s shy on looks, Compared with his brothers, he has no books, He has no games, and he has no toys To make him the envy of other boys. But the fact remains that his Brother Jim Is looking for chances to wallop him.