Polka-Dot Socks

My brother Fred thinks outside the box Wears red and green polka dot socks He still collects overpriced pet rocks Eats bagel holes, no cream cheese or lox Sister Sue sleeps with the horse in the barn Her iridescent make-up sets off alarms She's got a pair of tatooed arms Among her other diverse charms Me, I'm the white sheep of the bunch When I eat, I snap, crackle, crunch 'Course it depends on what I have for lunch On curried cockroach krispies, I like to munch