t'was many a year ago I had eyes for these twins
named teensy and weensy,
I had problems telling 'em apart;
really, i liked both them equally

they were eyefuls, like bucket fulls of buttermilk skin
both teensy and weensy,
sang and danced akin to
the buttermilk dough boy in drag

They , teensy and weensy were like night and day
though, for once I put my arms,
mistakenly, around weensy
and got my face slapped.

I think I did it on purpose,
you know how we men are