When Woden with the demon ride/The earthly sense can’t be denied
Tis all the rage to flip the sex/In heights of gnostic modern hex
Though ladies’ garb a man attain/The body’s feel must needs remain
“So visit woman in a dream/And form to her more fine to seem”
That lady so insensate be/Is not the witch’s lot in Key . . .
Am I she or am I he?/Thus twice confused flee ecstasy!
Not just visions — not just dreams/The natural world has natural schemes
Thus, ladies, love a gentleman/And gentlemen, be men again!