Tweedle One and Tweedle Two Stood impatient at the Gate Waiting on each other to go in "You go first," said Number One; "By all means, NO!" said Tweedle Two, "I'll always follow you!"
So still they stand, the Tweedle Twins, Humbugs for life's old manners, Immobile human bowling pins So bent on form and social matters.... Come rain or snow, they remain so, Determined to the last to hesitate On point of order at the garden gate.