My brother thinks he is Superman,
Swinging from tree to tree,
Killing all the Taliban,
And he has only just turned three.
My brother thinks he is Superman,
Dressing up all day,
Playing with his best mate Stan
Who has a super ray.
My brother thinks he is Superman;
He is really just a pest.
The other day he rescued Gran
While she was having a rest.
My brother thinks he is Superman
In his yellow, red and blue:
He has a really clever plan,
But still needs a potty to poo.
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