Meet Brock, who’s lived most everywhere,
From Zanzibar to Barclay Square.
But Joc’s only seen the sights
A boy can see from Brooklyn Heights — What a crazy pair!

But they’re cousins,
Identical cousins all the way.
One pair of matching bookends,
Different as night and day.

Where Brock adores a minuet,
The Ballet Russes, and crepe suzette,
Our Joc loves to rock and roll,
A hot dog makes him lose control — What a wild duet!

Still, they’re cousins,
Identical cousins and you’ll find,
They laugh alike, they walk alike,
At times they even talk alike —
You can lose your mind,
When cousins are two of a kind.