His BB Gun was jammed
so he brought it to his dad,
Soon the problem was found
the ‘hunter’ went away glad.
While the father smiled and pondered
joy he’d brought to his dear lad,
Younger brother came crying and wondered
“Why did you do it, Dad?”
The older son stood there smiling,
the younger one crying instead,
Dad had fixed the air rifle,
now a little bird lay dead.
Now, you may please one or the other,
You can’t always please both when they’re brothers!
-Donald R. Sansbury, 2013
~from a memory of 1987 when my sons were ages 3 and 9~