WHEN I WAS SIXTEEN, a hundred years ago
CUM SEDECIM ANNOS ERIM, ante centum annos
I wondered about men having tits
De viris uberibus cogitabam
To feed the kids when women were hunting
Ad liberos pascendos cum feminae venantur
And women speaking in a manly voice
Et mulieribus voce virili loquentibus
Rather than this grinding pitchy
Potius quam hac stridula
Which turns songs into screams
Quae carmina in clamores mutat
But god had seen that only a few men
Sed deus viderat paucos tantum viros
Would develop the effimination of their feelings
Effeminationem affectuum suorum evolvere
Wearing the femme attire
Vestimenta feminina gerentes
Until the pharmas invented blockers
Donec pharmaceutica medicamenta invenerunt
And the diversification came in