Mine friend, we were born twins; our own father couldn’t tell us apart.
Bluegrass.
Nature must have been in a proud mood when she duplicated you.
Whetstone.
What’s your name?
Punch.
Peter Punch.
Whetstone.
What’s your brother’s name?
Punch.
Mine friend, we were born twins; our own father couldn’t tell us apart.
Bluegrass.
Nature must have been in a proud mood when she duplicated you.
Whetstone.
What’s your name?
Punch.
Peter Punch.
Whetstone.
What’s your brother’s name?
Punch.