Boys will be boys, they need to goof around,
Need to let out some energy, to keep their mind sound.
Over eons of evolution, they've become hunters who roam,
Eventually need to step out, from the confines of their home.
Girls will be girls, they need to gossip and talk,
To be toiling in solitude, is a thought at which they balk.
By nature they are less impulsive, or risk taking than the boys,
Are content with make-believe, and to play with dolls as toys.
Both are imprisoned now, but the girls for help reach out,
The girls may become more depressed, but the boys just grit it out.
Girls may cry a lot for help, by taking a jibe at their life,
Boys just hide their tears, move on, and take life in its stride.
After all, isn't it a basic tenet, that boys don't cry,
To maintain that tough image, they have to be ready to die.
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