Stuckaluck was a dapper young lad He always started a gaping new fad His friends would laugh and wonder why his Lunchbox always tasted like gizz And when he came riding on top of his Segway He always did it in such a gay fag way By letting his feathers stroll in the air And letting the daisies fly through his hair While going to Marsha's to pick up some Nair His fingers where lean, and pinkish and clean His toenails were all painted blue-aqua-green And one day his friends they all figured it out What this Stuckaluck lad was all really about They all exclaimed with laughter and joy That Stuckaluck was not really a boy She looked like one a bit from the side But if they'd have asked her she'd never have lied And tell them her secret was nothing to hide And that was Stuckaluck's way of dealing with the fact that he was a male homosexual