While she e’en feels that he
To her already united is—
The twain, twin souls, to be!
Reader, never heardst thou such words!
Much mush! (as “Kiddo! Kiddo!”—“Kitty! Kitty!”[[54]])
Passing strange the way of young blood
With French doll baby pretty!
That sexual difference existeth
Renders twain insane;
Except for Nature’s procreative plan,