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!