He builds his kingdom by hand,
With bricks that are stronger than sand.
He wears his crown on his head,
The crowd hanging on every word he said.
He might be small,
but he is my master.
But only because
he's my little brother.
We use swords and shields
that no one could destroy.
We'll be better than the kingdom of Troy.
Even when we grow up,
I'd never forget.
That my brother was once a king,
the best I've ever met.