What happens once can happen twice,

With lightning bolts or dots on dice.

But I found it especially hard to see

Why things should happen twice to me.

I lost a hat, and called it fate;

It was gone again at an early date.

I missed a train, which I never do,

And one week later I made it two.

But when for toothpaste I used soap

A second time, I abandoned hope.

My curses made the lather bubble.

O double, double, toil and trouble,

I cried, or words to that effect,

And lost the last of my self-respect.

I called a girl by another's name,

And took her to dinner, and did the same.

The traffic cop I bumped last week

I'm driving around to-day to seek.

But my bravest attempts have done no good.

I might have known that they never would.

What happens once will happen twice

Without any help from men, or mice.