human
Pish! was a favorite word of his, And he often said
gpt
Ho! Ho!
human
Oh! Major-General John, I've doubts of our respective names, My mournful mind upon.
gpt
A glimmering thought occurs to me, (Its source I can't unearth), But I've a kind of notion we Were cruelly changed at birth.
human
I've a strange idea, each other's names That we have each got on. Such things have been, said Private James.
gpt
They have!
human
My General John, I swear upon My oath I think it is so--
gpt
Pish! proudly sneered his General John, And he also said
human
Ho! ho!
gpt
My General John! my General John! My General John! quoth he,
human
This aristocratical sneer upon Your face I blush to see.
gpt
No truly great or generous cove Deserving of them names Would sneer at a fixed idea that's drove In the mind of a Private James!
human
Upon your claims No need your breath to waste; If this is a joke, Full-Private James, It's a joke of doubtful taste.
gpt
But being a man of doubtless worth, If you feel certain quite That we were probably changed at birth, I'll venture to say you're right.