Male gays, male gays, male gays are merry and bright.

The story:

I don't mean to be politically incorrect or offensive in any way. It was 1968, I was three, and it wasn't a topic that I knew anything about. My parents thought it was so funny, they never corrected me. Instead, I proudly sang the song at kindergarten Show and Tell, and the lovely, very proper British teacher I had nearly fell off her chair and wouldn't let me finish. Much to her dismay, my mother laughed at her (yet still didn't correct me). I did become a singer, but I was never allowed to Show and Tell again no matter how hard I waved my hand.