OH, if you were a little boy,
And I was a little girl–
Why you would have some whiskers grow
And then my hair would curl.
Ah! if I could have whiskers grow,
I'd let you have my curls;
But what's the use of wishing it–
Boys never can be girls.
Kate Greenaway
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wishes-61/
