Two Little Boys

It is still dead of night, I'm sitting in a room
Watching two sleeping boys - both curled up and with bloom.
One's with cute black curls,
The other with unruly locks,
And both will never know they're stepbrothers and each of them rocks.

Two little boys in blue bed
Will never know they were born from same heads' thoughts.
Two little boys will instead
Grow up too fast and be famous - both.

London, St.Bart's, Baker Street, 221-B,
Blue scarf, best friend, life to watch and see,
Pink, graffiti, hound, puzzles!
Outside blue small box and inside the large space,
Flyin' through times and galaxies, leavin' trace,
Bowties, "Geronimo!", sonic, friends' cuddles!

Two little boys smile in sleep -
They dream of things than are waiting for them,
Two little boys will not creep -
They will proudly raise heads without "hem"!

Well, sleep on, two cute,
You're such a sight to watch...
Say, you will survive all trials of blotch,
You will be supported, everyone will root,
You're not too different and similar, two cute.

Shooting the wall, yelling "I'm bored!",
The most faithful friend's support,
Funny hat, climbing balcony,
Scandalous and worldwide glee...
Falling from sky, getting new life,
Gettin' away from aliens' knife,
Inventions, renewing, getting in trouble,
Personality will more than double!

Two little boys in blue bed -
So innocent, funny and smiling in sleep,
Two little boys won't be bad -
They will be specific, both very deep.
Two little boys are so strange -
One with no heart, the other with two...
Two little boys won't cause rage
Until they grow up and meet just you.