They photocopied that poem and handed it out to everyone on the bus on a school trip when I was in high school, and they had changed the last line to read, "you'll be a person, my child." Having enjoyed Kipling's unaltered masterpiece before, I was compelled to point out the change but was told that the original version was bad since it was sexist. My rebuttal, which wasted no time in coming to the point, was to whip out my cock and give each of the ladies present a sizeable mushroom bruise on the forehead by which to remember the lesson.
