Mommy!
little unexpected children simultaneously
The doctor brought us and you can see
That we'll be three forever and day
Me! I! Oh!
You wouldn't know how agoniz
ing being triple can be
Each one is individually
the victim of that clinical day
Me! I! Oh!
Every summer we go away
to bad and bad and bad.
Every winter we come back home
to wala, wala, wala, wala,
wala, wala, wala, wala,
We do everything alike.
We look alike.
We dress alike.
We walk alike.
We talk alike.
And what is more,
we hate each other very much.
We hate our folks.
We're sick of jokes on what an art it is
to tell us apart.
When one of us gets the measles,
another one gets the measles.
Then all of us gets the measles
and mumps and croup.
How I wish I had a gun, a little gun
It would be fun to shoot the other two
and be only one
Mrs. Whifflepoofer loves to
talk to Mrs. Hildendorfer
Of the fatal natal day
she had her silly willy
Mrs. Hassenkooper loves to
talk to Mrs. Goldenfosser
Of her major operation
when she had her twins
But when Mother comes along
she silences the others
She accomplished something
that is very rare in mothers
people who disparage marriage
burdened with the baby carriage
cater to the mater of our lodge
perambulator dr. Humperdinger
al most broke his middle finger
on the day that he delivered almost three
And what is more,
we hate each other very much.
We hate our folks.
We're sick of jokes on what an art it is
to tell us apart.
We eat the same kind of vittles.
We drink the same kind of bottles.
We sit in the same kind of high chair.
High chair! High chair!
High chair!
Oh, I wish I had a gun, a little gun.
It would be fun to shoot the other two,
and be only one.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, too.
You get me out of here!