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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!