Classic Poem

Tell me, gentle hobby de hoy,
Art thou girl, or art thou boy?
For thy features and thy dress
Such contraries do express.
I stand amaz'd, and at a loss to know
To what new species thou thy form dost owe.

By thy hair tuck'd up behind
Thou should'st be of womankind;
Yet no woman thou can'st be,
For no petticoats we see.
Then to what sex, Alas! hast thou a claim,
Who'rt either, neither, yet to both a shame.

If thou art a man, forbear
Thus this motley garb to wear;
Let thy dress thy sex impart,
And appear like what thou art.
Like what thou art! Oh no, pray pardon me;
I mean appear like what you ought to be.