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Edgar Guest - The World And Bud
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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 wouldn`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 isn`t fond of chocolate, when I eat it every day.
Or some other fellow doesn`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.
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