In Form And Feature, Face And Limb, I Grew So Like My Brother, That Folks Got Taking Me For Him, And Each For One Another. It Puzzled All Our Kith And Kin, It Reach'D An Awful Pitch; For One Of Us Was Born A Twin, Yet Not A Soul Knew Which. One Day (To Make The Matter Worse), Before Our Names Were Fix'D, As We Were Being Wash'D By Nurse We Got Completely Mix'D; And Thus, You See, By Fate'S Decree, (Or Rather Nurse'S Whim), My Brother John Got Christen'D Me, And I Got Christen'D Him. This Fatal Likeness Even Dogg'D My Footsteps When At School, And I Was Always Getting Flogg'D, For John Turned Out A Fool. I Put This Question Hopelessly To Every One I Knew, What Would You Do, If You Were Me, To Prove That You Were You? Our Close Resemblance Turn'D The Tide Of My Domestic Life; For Somehow My Intended Bride Became My Brother'S Wife. In Short, Year After Year The Same Absurd Mistakes Went On; And When I Died, The Neighbors Came And Buried Brother John!