2. girls

When I was a boy and you was a boy too
And we was brave,
I coloured my skin blue
In the fancy dress fair of '78
And maybe
The schoolgirls had understood what it meant.

When you was gone cows
And kitchens left untended
The restless women wantoned to be naughty with you,
To tug your wear,
Ruffle your dust filled hair,
And smiling wickedly prick your toes
With blades of browned grass-
You tried to pull away your boyish legs

And you tried to stay them too.

When you was such a boy