Knee-high legend

This song right here is dedicated to a special brother... yeah Anokah, I'm talking about you. check it out...

Oh you walk in the room, can't see you at first,

Had to look down, thought I dropped my wallet.

You talk big game, but you're bite-sized bold,

You're the only grown man I can carry and hold.

You're a knee-high legend, a pocket-sized pal,

If you were a drink, you'd be a half-size appy.

A step stool king with a booster seat throne,

You're the reason the stool was invented.

You said, “Let’s fight,” but I couldn't take the hit,

‘Cause your punches land somewhere ‘round my hip.

In a game of hide and seek, you're the GOAT,

Hide behind a sock and still nobody knows!

You say you're compact, call it efficiency,

But when you stand tall, you're still fun-sized to me.

You’re fierce, no doubt, got a heart full of fire—

Just wish you could reach the top shelf a li'l higher.

You're a knee-high legend, fun-sized and loud,

The only guy I lose in a standing crowd.

An inch from hobbit, but I say with pride,

You're my tiny tornado with a giant stride!

So raise your juice box, toast to the small,

You're the shortest friend, but the tallest of all.

(cheers.......my short brother)