Two Little Boys

Two little boys have I,
One is eight the other five.
If one is in a fight,
In the other one will dive.

Not real close,
But then have no fear.
With a secret,
They whisper in each others ear.

They’ll go far,
If imagination is any sign.
On a scale of ten,
They are each a strong nine.

One’s real quiet,
He seems kind of shy.
But the other,
Can talk his way by.

Out of trouble,
In time to find more.
They’d be the same,
Whether we were rich or poor.

These two little boys,
Are a lot of trouble but then.
Aren’t all little boys,
Even those way back when.