A critical thing to remember about the sixties was:
There was Cathy, who'd lived most everywhere,
From Zanzibar to Barclay Square.
Patty had only seen the sights
A girl can see from Brooklyn Heights --
What a crazy pair!
But they were cousins,
Identical cousins all the way.
One pair of matching bookends,
Different as night and day.
Where Cathy adored a minuet,
The Ballet Russes, and crepe suzette,
Our Patty loved to rock and roll,
A hot dog made her lose control --
What a wild duet!
Still, they were cousins,
Identical cousins and you'd find,
They laughed alike, they walked alike,
At times they even talked alike --
You could lose your mind,
When cousins were two of a kind.
LOL. I would rather remember that instead of Walter Cronkite.
That's so wild you should post this. I used to wonder for days on end what Zanzibar and Crepe Suzettes were.