Brother - Mary Ann Hoberman

Я братика схватила
И маме притащила,
Другого попросила –
Утомил он, надоел!

Отстань! – она сказала.
Я к папе побежала
И тоже показала –
Погляди, какой пострел!

Ответил он – пожалуй,
Твой братец буйный малый,
Но разницы в них мало,
Вот такие вот дела.

Кивнула я устало
И братика забрала –
Покормила, поиграла
И в кроватку отнесла.


BROTHER
Mary Ann Hoberman

I had a little brother
And I brought him to my mother
And I said I want another
Little brother for a change.

But she said don’t be a bother
So I took him to my father
And I said this little bother
Of a brother’s very strange.

But he said one little brother
Is exactly like another
And every little brother
Misbehaves a bit, he said.

So I took the little bother
From my mother and my father
And I put the little bother
Of a brother back to bed.