Dear Uncle Sam, dear Uncle Sam,
Do you not know what sex I am,
Or is the whole thing just your little joke?
If it’s a joke, I’m not amused
That you pretend to be confused:
It makes me yowl: it makes me boil and choke.
It’s no good shouting, ‘What a chap!’
The fact is that I’m not a chap
And have no wish at all to be a bloke!
But there again, if your mistake
Is genuine – for heaven’s sake,
Your head must truly be as thick as oak!
It’s no good yelling, ‘Attaboy!
Look lively! What’s the matter, boy?’
The matter is that I am NOT A BLOKE!
Got that, Auntie?