They sent for me at nursery

When you were only three

A Doctor, a Psychologist

They wanted you to see

The problem that they had

Was you weren’t like the other boys

You didn’t play with cars or guns

Or any of those toys

When you played in nursery school

It was with the girly things

Like dresses, dolls and make-up

Bangles and sparkly rings

I couldn’t see their problem

But they thought that I was wrong

If they could see you now

They would sing a different song

When you became a teenager

Your differences shone through

Other people thought that you were strange

But you were just being you

As an adult you were hassled

By people with narrow minds

They didn’t like you being different

They were stupid and unkind

Now you have your niche in life

With make-up, bangles and sparkly rings

A female impressionist

A Draq Queen of all things

These problems throughout your life

Made a stronger man of you

Being different made you what you are

And it shows in all you do

On the days when you don your frocks

Your make-up and your wig

You show the world you are special

And that you just don’t give a fig

Then David becomes Daniella

The most beautiful girl in town

In her diamante necklaces

And her long pretty evening gown

People throng to see you

The applaud all your routines

If only those nursery teachers knew

You would become a beauty queen

When people see others like you

They often look away

But they really need to accept

That gay people are born that way.