There's a tale of two little orphans
who were left in their uncle's care
To be reared and ruled
and properly schooled,
till they grew to be ladies fair,
but all the luckless pair,
for the uncle he was a cruel trustee,
an d he longed to possess their gold.
So he led them then to the forest's den,
where he left them to die of cold.
That at least is what we're told.
They were two little maids in
the woods.
Two little maids, oh so good.
Two little hearts, two little head s,
Longed to be home in
their two little bays.
So two little birds built a nest
where the two little bays went to rest.
While the breeze hovering high
sang a last lullaby
to the two little babes in the woods.
They were lying there in the freezing air
when fortunately there appeared
a rich old man in a big sedan
and a very, very fancy beard.
He saw those girls and cheered.
Then he drove them down to
New York town
where he covered them
with useful things
such as bonds and stocks,
as parrots, frocks,
and oriental pearls and strings,
and a showcase full of rings.
Now those two little things in the woods
are the talk of the whole neighborhood,
For they've too many cars,
too many clothes,
too many parties,
and too many foes.
They have learned that the fountain of youth
is a mixture of gin and vermouth.
And the whole town's agreed
that the last thing in speed
is the two little babes in the wood.