Jube and Tobias, Tobias and Jube

Jube and Tobias, Tobias and Jube
They look like they were squeezed from a tube
No corners or edges, unlike a cube
A flower has a colour
And a bee goes on a flower
And 'hue' means colour
So that makes 'hube'
I'm not a libar - this is all trube!

I am Tobias and I've got two arms
I don't use them to cause troubles or harms
I feel how I do and I show how I feel
My best friend's hube is lighter than teal
It's also lighter and bluer than viridian
Yellow or pink is also forbiddien

My name's Jube and I am alive
There's only one of me, which is fewer than five
It's less fewer but still fewer than three
And two is twice as many as me
It's equal to four, if you quadruple it
From a rabbit's bum you can get a poo pellet

Together we laugh
And experience joy
This is the end of our bit

Usually polite but rarely pious
Eschewing racial prejudice and bias
Coming into town
And knocking shops down
And making small business owners cry, "God, why us?"
This is all the truth-us - I would never lie-us
Tobias and Jube, Jube and Tobias