LITTLE BROTHER JOE.
Louisa Jane resides at home,
The pride of her dear mother;
The family is very small,
There's only one young brother;
I often call to have a chat,
And pass an hour or so,
But I am always bored to death
With little brother Joe.
He sits upon the sofa, he jumps around the floor,
He views the situation through the key-hole of the door!
He talks to his companions of his big sister's beau;
A plague upon humanity is little brother Joe.
Now often when I sit and sigh
And almost pop the question,
In comes that wicked little boy.
And offers some suggestion;
I bribe him up with sugar plums,
And try to make him go,
But nothing seems to take effect
On little brother Joe.-Chorus.
He likes to climb upon my knee,
And at my side he lingers;
He pulls me by the collar
With his little taffy fingers.
Sometimes I'd like to warm him,
But Louisa whispers, no!
Don't mind his playful manner,
He's my little brother Joe.-Chorus.
For six long months it has been thus,
I've tried to win Louisa;
¯ But I have had no chance at all.
Not even to hug or squeeze her.
I might have done much better,
But a fellow has no show,
When people will intrude themselves
Like little brother Joe.-Chorus.