One 's the pictur' of his Pa, <br />And the _other_ of her Ma-- <br />Jes the bossest pair o' babies 'at a mortal ever saw! <br />And we love 'em as the bees <br />Loves the blossoms of the trees, <br />A-ridin' and a-rompin' in the breeze! <br /> <br />One's got her Mammy's eyes-- <br />Soft and blue as Apurl-skies-- <br />With the same sort of a smile, like--Yes, <br />and mouth about her size,-- <br />Dimples, too, in cheek and chin, <br />'At my lips jes _wallers_ in, <br />A-goin' to work, er gittin' home agin. <br /> <br />And the _other_--Well, they say <br />That he's got his Daddy's way <br />O' bein' ruther soberfied, er ruther extry gay,-- <br />That he either cries his best, <br />Er he laughs his howlin'est-- <br />Like all he lacked was buttons and a vest! <br /> <br />Look at _her_!--and look at _him_!-- <br />Talk about yer 'Cheru-_bim_!' <br />Roll 'em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb! <br />O we love 'em as the bees <br />Loves the blossoms of the trees, <br />A-ridin' and a-rompin' in the breeze!<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-twins-7/
