Twins to Love
There's two to wash, there's two to dry
There's two who argue, there's two who cry
One's in the mud having a ball
The other holds a crayon, there's marks on the wall
Some days seem endless, my patience grows thin
Why was I chosen a mother of twins?
The answer comes clear at the end of the day
As I tuck them in bed and to myself say...
There's two to kiss, there's two to hug
And best of all, there's two to love