ONE, TWO—HEY!
On the village green by the bell,
lanterns sway as night fell.
You stand like a wall of iron—
I’m small, but copper-strong.
You watch the road; I watch the load,
dump chest fills—on it, go!
Big Brother, Big Brother
I always look up to you;
you never look down on me.
Big Brother, Big Brother
while you guard the village gate,
you leave my hands free to sort.
Big Brother, Big Brother
Two kinds of brave we bring—
iron hands, copper heart.
All night long I run the line,
chest to chest in tidy time.
Input never overflows—
“Full?” then “Next!”—the cycle goes.
Poppy rests warm in your palm,
players sleep because it’s calm;
you take the hit at night—
I clear their heads by light.
Big Brother, Big Brother
I always look up to you;
you never look down on me.
Big Brother, Big Brother
while you guard the village gate,
you leave my hands free to sort.
Big Brother, Big Brother
Two kinds of brave we bring—
iron hands, copper heart.
You guard the body; I guard the mind.
Shoulder to shoulder on cobble and clay:
you hold the line, I clear the way.
Big Brother, Big Brother
I always look up to you;
you never look down on me.
Big Brother, Big Brother
while you guard the village gate,
you leave my hands free to sort.
Big Brother, Big Brother
Two kinds of brave we bring—
iron hands, copper heart.