Born Equals

Born Equals

The battle of the sexes, where will it all end
Y chromosomes and exes, have formed a new blend
The Y's are now more caring than they ever were before
The exes are no longer down, polishing the floor
Three cheers for equality, it's only to be fair
For each of them should polish, their own real leather chair
But will Grandpa take up knitting?, thus reversing his old role
Will Grandma put her snow boots on?, and trek the north pole
If I should be reincarnated, and to earth I do come back
Should I choose to be a Jill, or choose to be a Jack.