Oh, gays may bleed, if you up and cut 'em,
Their noses break if you head-butt 'em
Their hearts may throb with love of glory,
And thrill to tales of heros hoary.
Gays may hunger, gays may thirst.
Care for the best, and fear the worst.
Gays may have dreams patriotic,
Dreams bizarre, and dreams erotic.
Gays may fear, and overcoming,
March to the deathly battle-drumming.
Gays may weep, when hearts are shattered,
Feel quite human--but, no matter.
Gays will never have true smeddum,
Therefore you must never weddum!

Gallivant Pixielater Andyerhorstu
Hunagrians SIng for Gays
Brown and Study, London 2001