In the sixties a new family moved to our block
From some foreign land, not really our stock.
Their skin was dark and their accents weird
And the men all sported a bushy great beard.
The fella was quiet, at least he seemed that way,
Went to work and then came home each day.
The wife was quite different, a right little madam;
Had these two kids then regretted she’d had’em.
The boys were quite odd, not at all like each other;
No one believed they were really twin brothers.
The oldest was coarse, an oafish young brute,
The younger a charmer, wide-eyed but astute.
