Between the eldest, youngest breed,
The middle is the cream.
When growing up the obvious
Of this, they would not dream.
Reminds me of the cookie kind,
An Oreo, great taste.
Each child opens wide both its sides
So no cream center wastes.
At one time middle child themself
Was youngest, so to speak.
Then when the younger came along,
They thought they reached their peak.
The middle is the creamy stuff;
The best part for a kid.
Don’t treat a middle child as though
They do not fit right in.