Jambo

JAMBO AND HIS BRUN BRUN

Jambo is my little brother
He is like no other.
He rode around on his three-wheeler that he had to peddle
He thought he was putting the peddle to the metal.
He called this three wheeler a brun brun.
He got the name from the way a motorcycle sounds when it would run.
When he got the chance to go outside
On his brun brun he would ride and ride.
He would peddle and ride as fast as he could
My brother would ride and ride, yes he would.
Always beside him was his faithful dog Rusty.
They would come home all tired and dusty.
Up and down the path they would go.
Oh he loved his brun brun so.
He always wore a helmet of red
He wore it crooked upon his head.
My little brother loved his brun brun you see
Cause on it he was anything he wanted to be.

Written by Elizabeth McCoy Kidd