In form and feature, face and limb,
I grew so like my brother,
That folks got taking me for one another.
And each for one another.
It puzzled all our kith and kin,
In reached a fearful pitch,
For one of us was born a twin,
Yes not a soul know which.
One day, to mack the matter worse,
Before our names were fixed,
As we were being washed by nurse,
And thus, you see, by Fate’s decree,
Or rather nurse’s whim,
My brother John got christened me,
And I got christened him.