Horace and Maurice were so like each other—
You hardly could tell the one from his brother.
If mama should say,“Now Ann, bring me Horace,”
Why, likely as not, she’d go and get Maurice,
The only difference between the two
Was Maurice had brown eyes, and Horace had blue.
Of course though, their mama could tell them apart,
For it was a matter so near to her heart,
And if we said, “Really I don’t know, I own,
Which one has the blue eyes, and which has the brown.”
Mama would say, “Dear me, I thought that you knew
That Maurice has brown eyes, and Horace has blue.”