What's my alter ego? Can you guess?
Off to the lighthouse every day I ran
The full moon changed me--Oh my dear Lord, yes!
By night, I am Virginia Wolff Man
Then a man--or a woman--breaks down like a child
Changes gender, and ages, and size
Claims, somewhat later, she's born to be wild
Virginia Steppen-Wolff, arise!
A feminist icon with full metal claws
The only mutant that Bloomsbury's seen
A heavy growth of sideburns around the jaws
Don't mess with Virginia Wolfferine!
Yes, Virginia was as strange as you could ever get
The hero-monster-tragedy of the Bloomsbury Set
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