Today I want to talk to
you
About the women of our
race
It's getting to be a
problem
To keep them in
their place
Before the women got the vote
She was sweet as she could
be
You would find her in the
home
With a baby on her
knee
Now something has happened
That no one can understand
She hangs around the Taverns
And drinks just like a man.
She went out to the race
track
And placed her own
bets
And the next thing we
knew
She was smoking
cigarettes.
She wears flesh colored nylon
hose
And her gowns are all
cut low
She just doesn't
seem to give a darn
How much
of her will show.
If you should dare call her
old
She will fly into a
rage
There never was a
living person
That could
ever tell her age.
With a little paint and
powder
And a jar of wrinkly
cream
She can change herself
from fifty
To a girl of
seventeen.
She will go into a beauty
shop
And when she comes out
again
You don't know if she
belongs to you
Or to some
other man.
Her face will be made over
And she will have a Toni
curl
She went in an old grey
lady
And came out a glamour
girl.
Back in the good old day
She was God's finest
creation
Now instead of in
the home
She's out to rule
the nation.
She buy her biscuits ready
made
And her pies are frozen
too
She just doesn't seem to
care
What she serves to
you.
She used to be a clinging
vine
And won her way with
tears
But now she rules the
Nation
There is nothing that
she fears.
If she wants to be President
Of these United States
There is nothing can stop
her
She has just what it
takes.
The Presidents have all been
men
But I think that you
will find
That Harry Truman
and Eisenhower
Will be the
last ones in our time.
It's all your fault my
Brothers
It's too late for
you to fret
You knew what
she was after
When she was a
Suffragette.
When she couldn't be a Mason
She didn't waste her tears
She organized the Eastern
Star
And it has lasted many
years.
I think if God had only known
What she would turn out to
be
He never would have
created her
And the men
would all be free.
But now when you stop to
think
Everything has not
been so bad
We should all be
very proud
Of most of the
women we have had.
We know they do some funny
things
And we don't know
much about them
But I would
hate to be young again
And
try to live without them.
If we say we do not love them
We know this would be a fib
We know they were a bargain
They only cost a rib.
Poem written by James A. Hurley
for
University Chapter
Order of the Eastern Star