Classic Poem

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 on 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 ag'in

And the other — Well, they say
That he's got his Daddy's way
O' bein' ruther soberfied, er ruther extry gay, —
That he eether 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! 'em up in dreams together, rosy arm and chubby limb!
O we love 'em as the bees
Loves the blossoms on the trees,
A-ridin' and a-rompin' in the breeze!