[Intro-verse.]
Oh siblings, how they come in different forms,
Sisters and brothers, they play diverse roles,
Birth order matters, from old to young,
Each position in the family tree has a special rung.
[First verse.]
The oldest child, oh how they're set apart,
Being first born, they bear the eldest shard,
Of responsibility, and the weight of being seen,
They walk a path, of their own making and of being clean,
They're the leaders, the examples, the ones to follow,
Setting the stage for their siblings to swallow,
They're relied upon, by their family whole,
To be wise and just, and to keep the family's bowl,
[Second verse.]
The middle child, oh how they often feel,
Like they're forgotten, and hidden and concealed,
In the shadow of the eldest, and the youngest' golden shine,
They're often overlooked, and their needs often decline,
Stuck somewhere in the middle, they don't feel as unique,
As the oldest or the youngest, their identity can't take its peak,
They yearn for attention, and a sense of being known,
But often they're left out, and their dreams left to groan,
[Chorus.]
Oh siblings, each one so unique,
From oldest to youngest, there's much to speak,
Of their highs and lows, their troubles and cheers,
Oh how together they make the most wonderful years,
The oldest, the leader, the one to set the pace,
The middle, hiding, feeling their space,
The youngest, the darling, with a special charm,
And the multiples, with a deep, twin bond arm in arm,
But let us not forget, the only child so lone,
With all the attention, they often do thrive,
Each sibling's journey, a unique ride,
Creating memories, in a family life
[Third verse.]
The youngest child, oh how they often do roam,
With a cheeky grin, and a playful little groan,
They're the baby of the family, with a special charm,
But they also cause trouble, their energy an alarm,
They're the family's darling, their cute little face,
They get away with murder, and with grace,
They're spoiled rotten, and always in the spotlight,
The youngest child, the one with the cutest little plight.
[Fourth verse.]
Oh the multiples, oh how they come in pairs,
Twins, triplets, or even four in there
They share a unique bond, one that can't be denied,
With a connection deep, that nothing can divide,
They understand each other, in ways that others can't,
Their thoughts and feelings, sometimes meld together,
They're always together, from the moment they emerge,
Sharing experiences, both joyous and severe,
[Chorus.]
Oh siblings, each one so unique,
From oldest to youngest, there's much to speak,
Of their highs and lows, their troubles and cheers,
Oh how together they make the most wonderful years,
The oldest, the leader, the one to set the pace,
The middle, hiding, feeling their space,
The youngest, the darling, with a special charm,
And the multiples, with a deep, twin bond arm in arm,
But let us not forget, the only child so lone,
With all the attention, they often do thrive,
Each sibling's journey, a unique ride,
Creating memories, in a family life
[Fifth verse.]
The only child, oh how they stand alone,
With no siblings to share their joys or groan,
They're the center of attention, the apple of the eye,
And they often feel, a special kind of high,
They're the recipient of all their parents love,
With no one to share it, so nothing is above,
They're spoiled rotten, and they often get their way,
As the only child, they're the master of their day.
[Outro-verse.]
So, there you have it, the tale of siblings so diverse,
From oldest to youngest, to multiples and only child,
Each with their own quirks, their own special story,
Whether they're leaders, mischievous, or forgotten and lonely.
Oh siblings, how they make life so complex and fine,
With their love and their fights, in their own family line,
Each one holds a place, their own unique roll,
In the wonderful, and complicated, puzzle called family soul.
