Our brother Clarence goes to school. <br />He has a slate and a blue school-bag. <br />He has a book and a copybook <br />And a scholar's companion and a little slate rag. <br /> <br /> <br />He knows a boy named Joe B. Kirk, <br />And he learns about c-a-t cat, <br />And how to play one-two-sky-blue, <br />And how to make a football out of a hat. <br /> <br /> <br />We climb up on the fence and gate <br />And watch until he's small and dim, <br />Far up the street, and he looks back <br />To see if we keep on watching him.<br /><br />Elizabeth Madox Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/big-brother-10/
