The Twins
One 's the pictur’ of his Pa,
And the _other_ of her Ma—
Jes the bossest pair o’ babies ‘at a mortal ever saw!
And we love ’em as the bees
Loves the blossoms of the trees,
A-ridin’ and a-rompin’ in the breeze!
One’s got her Mammy’s eyes—
Soft and blue as Apurl-skies—
With the same sort of a smile, like—Yes,
and mouth about her size,—
Dimples, too, in cheek and chin,
'At my lips jes _wallers_ in,
A-goin’ to work, er gittin’ home agin.
And the _other_—Well, they say
That he’s got his Daddy’s way
O’ bein’ ruther soberfied, er ruther extry gay,—
That he either cries his best,
Er he laughs his howlin’est—
Like all he lacked was buttons and a vest!
Look at _her_!—and look at _him_!—
Talk about yer 'Cheru-_bim_!'
Roll ‘em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb!
O we love ’em as the bees
Loves the blossoms of the trees,
A-ridin’ and a-rompin’ in the breeze!
