THE women are cutting their tresses
To look just the same as the men.
They have thrown away skirts, and have taken to shirts,
And collars, and neckties; and then
The men have begun wearing knickers,
With hose of elaborate art.
They radiate bliss, but the problem is this:
How are we to tell them apart?
One day when I saw a young lady
Drop a handkerchief, quickly I ran
And returned it to her with my heart all astir,
But lo, when I spoke, ’twas a man.
Then I slapped a young man on the shoulder,
And he turned with a manner most tart.
’Twas a lady attired as the fashion required.
Say, how do you tell them apart?