Along with Little Brushwood a brother was born.
Everything he played with was both ripped and torn.
His Papa named him Trouble ‘cuz he seemed just that.
When love was shown to Trouble, he’d go for your hat.
Trouble loved to jump and do a dance on the lawn.
Then he’d get tired, lay down and let out a yawn.
He seemed excited and bored all at the same time.
But when it’s time to come in, he’d let out a whine.
Little Brushwood came to encourage his brother,
To act in a way to be nice to each other.
Trouble thought a minute and finally agreed.
Now Trouble can show his kindness and take the lead.