When I was young people would ask me,
'Tell me young one, what do you wanna be?',
My answer always seemed confussing to them,
But I didn't know what was wrong about wanting to be a he,
My abuelito still called me a gem,
So why didn't the kids understand, when all I said was,
'I wanna have muscles like the rock!",
And responded I wasn't even a pebble.
