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Three little unexpected children
Simultaneously
The doctor brought us and you can see
That we'll be three forever and a-y
Oh, you wouldn't know how agonizing
Being triple can be
Each one is individually
The victim of the clinical day-y
Oh, every summer we go away
To Baden-Baden-Baden
Every winter we come back home
To Walla-Walla-Walla
We do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike, and what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an art
It is to tell us apart
If one of us gets the measles
Another one gets the measles
Then all of us gets the measles
And mumps and croup
How I wish I had a gun
A widdle gun
It would be fun
To shoot the other two
And be only one
Mrs. Whifflepoofer loves to talk to
Mrs. Hildendorfer
Of the fatal natal day
She had her silly Willy
Mrs. Hassenkooper loves to talk to
Mrs. Goldenwasser
Of her major operation
When she had her twins
But when Mother comes along
She silences the others
She accomplished something
That is very rare in mothers
MGM has got a Leo
But Mama has got a trio
She is proud but says
Three is a crowd
Oh, we do everything alike
We look alike
We dress alike, we walk alike
We talk alike, and what is more
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
We're sick of jokes on what an art
It is to tell us apart
We eat the same kind of vittles
We drink the same kind of bottles
We sit in the same kind of highchair
Highchair, highchair
Oh, I wish I had a gun
A widdle gun
It would be fun
To shoot the other two
And be only one
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