Even if you are one of a twin
We’re all of us different, outside and in.
Paul’s really tall and Noah is lower.
It’s not his fault, he just grows a bit slower.
Brenda is slender, Ida is wider,
Especially when Brenda sits down beside her.
Russell’s got muscles and so has big Jenny.
Tony is bony—he hasn’t got any.
Dale can look pale just like margarine,
Mark is quite dark and Dean’s in between.
Cliff is so stiff—have you seen how he sits?
Wendy is bendy—she can still do the splits.
Milly is silly while Brad is quite mad.
Miles often smiles but somehow seems sad.
Rudy is moody, he’s broody and sour,
Pete is just sweet like a delicate flower.
Trevor is clever, his head’s in the air.
Wayne’s got a brain but forgets that it’s there,
You’re not me and I’m not you,
I don’t look the way you do.
If the difference between us just wasn’t there
There’d be nothing to get and nothing to share.
So let’s celebrate the way that we grew—
What makes me, me
and what makes you, you.
You is all you’ve got to be
And all I’ve got to be
© Jez Alborough