Yankee Doodle In King Joe B's Court
Feathered hat, fife and drum
Doodle's entrance a smash
Though in the air, all around him
float sweet marijuana and hash
'Young lady,' begins Doodle - O, the naivete!
'I'm a he not a she,' the young thing announces
'Are you non-binary, (you) kwir coquette?'
Doodle scratches his head, looks to heaven
What strange folks are these, he wonders
Where he is she and she is he... Who is me?
All is folly! ~ the race now riven asunder
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