In the land of the free where the facts used to stand,
Came a man in a dress with a wave of his hand.
“I’m a woman!” he cried with a polka-dot flair,
“Just look at my frock and my bow in the air!”I can wear it here or there,
I can wear it anywhere!
I do not like science, Sam-I-Am…
But you’ll still call me ma’am!Oh the chromosomes chuckle, the biology grins,
An X and a Y don’t get changed by some pins.
You can paint on the lipstick and twirl in the lace,
But a man is a man—there’s no rewriting the open this book for the grown-ups who stray:
Clothes don’t make the woman.
That’s all.
Have a day.