From The Birmingham Age Herald, May 26, 1914.
They say that now we’ve a third sex
In woman’s form ’tis set
But it has male proclivities
E’en to the cigarette.
It smokes, it drinks, it lives in flats
Rides in taxis alone;
It saws a bone, a sermon spouts
And quotes Coke or Blackstone.
They imitate the neuter bee,
Don’t care a cuss for kids;
They like to work just as a mule;
In fact they are hybrids.
So when we up our grammars take
And He, She, It we see,
We know that It is nature’s freak;
She’s It and It is she.
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