had the doctors in a whirl,
They simply could not tell if it were boy or girl,
for the minute they'd decide,
it would quickly change its sex.
it plied with great agility.
And because it loved to do it,
and did when no one knew it,
they called it neither he nor she,
but much more simply, Witch.
it hustled to West Point.
It got honor marks in classes
in both places with both masses,
and in the latter institution,
it nearly wrecked the joint.
Then its father took it well in hand.
My child, he said, you now
More of this I'll not allow.
Are you bull or are you cow?
Either in or out you go, it's a
Poor little Peter Lily Daisy,
what a hell of a problem it had.
It requires an awful bender
to decide a loss of gender.
I'll be back inside a year, told
and some tailored things from Brooks,
lace and frills and sewing,
and off it went on a quick world cruise,
of the best sex to a woo.
When it got to France it appeared in pants,
but the French were bored
with sights like that and fled.
So it wandered on to the Parthenon,
but to save its life in Greece
It's much too hot it couldn't get a fall.
the fakers tore their hair.
What's a rope trick to an if
then a widow at its door.
for the things that they could ration,
that they left it less decided
But there's something most unthrilling
if one's mate is always willing
and beside that left no place to put his
Then they docked one day in
and Hollywood it went to look about.
Now the finish to poor it is
lywood found most inherent.
It was taken up like mad.
Wrote a letter to its dad saying,
nuts to you and your decisions.
And it's lived there very happy ever after.