Dick And Will Poem by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

Our brother says that Will was born
The very day that Dickie came;
When one is four the other is,
And all their birthdays are the same.


Their coats and waists are just alike;
They have their hats together, too.
They sleep together in one bed,
And Will can put on Dickie's shoe.


But they are not the same at all;
Two different boys they have to be,
For Dick can play in Mother's room
When Will is climbing in a tree.


Or maybe Will is on the porch
To cry because he stubbed his toe,
And Dick is laughing by the gate
And watching ants go in a row.