The World and Bud

If we were all alike, what a dreadful world‘ twould be!

No one would know which one was you or which of us was me.

We'd never have a “Skinny” or a “Freckles” or a “Fat,”

An’ there would n't be a sissy boy to wear a velvet hat;

An’ we'd all of us be pitchers when we played a baseball match,

For we'd never have a feller who'd have nerve enough to catch.

If we were all alike an’ looked an’ thought the same,

I wonder how'd they call us,‘ cause there'd only be one name.

An’ there'd only be one flavor for our ice cream sodas, too,

An’ one color for a necktie an’ I‘ spose that would be blue;

An’ maybe we'd have mothers who were very fond of curls,

An’ they'd make us fellers wear our hair like lovely little girls.

Sometimes I think it's funny when I hear some feller say

That he is n't fond of chocolate, when I eat it every day.

Or some other fellow does n't like the books I like to read;

But I'm glad that we are different, yes, siree! I am indeed.

If everybody looked alike an’ talked alike, Oh, Gee!

We'd never know which one was you or which of us was me.