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!