I love the little children,
And I like them on my knee;
I like to hear their laughter,
And their shouts of revelry.
I love their smiling faces
And their little roguish tricks;
I like to have them round me,
But good gracious! what a fix
I'm in because of loving,
Here my trouble now begins;
Though I love the little children,
I had no desire for twins.
