Did you ever have true maleness in mind—
Wish you were hung and leave the muffin behind?
You want to be he-sy, don’t want to be gyn’d.
Did you ever had dude-maleness in mind?

You reach the point where you finally decide. . .
Say “yes” to hung, ’cause muffin you can’t abide.
You’re going through changes, and so you’ve applied
To make manifest the male that’s inside.

You once were one with big blue eyes and cute as a bunny;
Your pair will be sheared, and stretched out, your cunny—
A jut where once chink—you’ll be hung like a churl,
Your part emboldened, and you’re mountin’ willing girls.

You’re gonna go beyond true maleness in mind:
Dick up like sun that’s risin’ up from behind
Those old mountain ranges that are firred and pined.
You’ll be beyond maleness merely in mind.

Ungyn’d, you really dig the girls and focus to kiss ’em,
And then you get impacted, and foment to bliss ’em,
But—can’t be a father, ’cause makin’ that kind
Of somatatropic potion just can’t be designed.

You’re past the point of no return and you’re guy’d,
Said “yes” to hung, and it’s swinging when you stride.
You’ve been through big changes; your tubes have been tied.
You’re a man—a fait [accompli], not merely implied.