Two Little Babes In the Wood

There's a tale of two little orphans who Were left in their uncle's care To be reared and ruled and properly schooled 'Til they grew to be ladies fair But, oh, the luckless pair For the uncle, he was a cruel trustee And he longed to possess their gold So he led them thence to a forest dense Where he left them to die of cold That, at least, is what we're told They were two little babes in the wood Two little babes, oh so good Two little hearts Two little heads Longed to be home in their two little beds So the two little birds built a nest Where the two little babes went to rest While the breeze, hovering high Sang a last lullaby To the two little babes in the wood They were lying there in the freezing air When fortunately there appeared A rich old man in a big sedan And a very, very fancy beard He saw those girls and cheered Then he drove them down to New York Town Where he covered them with useful things Such as bonds and stocks, and Paris frocks And oriental pearls in strings And a showcase full of rings Now, those two little babes in the wood Are the talk of the whole neighborhood For they've too many cars Too many clothes Too many parties and too many beaus They have learned that the fountain of youth Is a mixture of gin and vermouth And the whole town's agreed That the last thing in sleep Is the two little babes in the wood