DICK AND WILL

Our brother says that Will was born The very day that Dickie came; When one is four the other is, And all their birthdays are the same.

Their coats and waists are just alike; They have their hats together, too. They sleep together in one bed, And Will can put on Dickie's shoe.

But they are not the same at all; Two different boys they have to be, For Dick can play in Mother's room When Will is climbing in a tree.

Or maybe Will is on the porch To cry because he stubbed his toe, And Dick is laughing by the gate And watching ants go in a row.