My Precious Twins
There's two to wash, there's two to dry,
There's two to argue, there's two to cry.
One's in the mud having a ball,
The other has a crayon - just look at the wall!
Some days seem endless, patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen a mother of twins?
The answer is clear at the end of the day,
As I wave goodbye, to myself I say,
There's two to kiss, there's two to hug,
And best of all, there's two to love!
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