Ginger's Lament

There once was a woman who once was a man

Who thought that he did but did not understand.

There once was a hermit who held in his hand

The heart of a lonely and unattached man.

There once was a soldier who stood in the sand

Saluting the sun when he wanted to dance.

There once was a butcher come back from the dead

He opened his mind and took poison instead.

There once was a weaver who wished for a fool

To live down below her and hand up her tools.

There once was a species who filled up the world

With lust, love, confusion, talk, tacos, and turds.