In form of 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
And not a soul knew which.
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The whole of this amusing poem will be found in Carols of Cockayne by Mr. Henry S. Leigh.