Ginger’s Lament

There once was a woman who once was a man
Who thought that he did but did not understand.
There once was a hermit who held in his hand
The heart of a lonely and unattached man.
There once was a soldier who stood in the sand
Saluting the sun when he wanted to dance.
There once was a butcher come back from the dead
He opened his mind and took poison instead.
There once was a weaver who wished for a fool
To live down below her and hand up her tools.
There once was a species who filled up the world
With lust, love, confusion, talk, tacos, and turds.