Witch One and Witch Two
Witch One had no mind of her own.
She followed Witch Two around doing whatever she did.
Witch Two tried to shake her, left her at home.
But she always came running up; she had lost her own id.
If Witch Two was hoeing, Witch One would grab a rake.
If Witch Two was cooking, Witch One would try to bake.
If Witch Two was in the bed, Witch One would jump in too.
Their mother saw a problem, but did not know what to do.
You have to come up with some interests and hobbies of your own.
She told Witch One. You bother your twin from here to Kalamazoo.
Witch Two got married, and Witch One hid under an invisible cone.
Their husband has no idea he’s not married to one, but two.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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