She's on her high horse this morning,
And riding naked through the streets.
She gallops past without warning,
Waving to the folks that she meets.
All through the town of Coventry,
She rides, completely in the buff,
Men are pleased by all that they see,
But the women have seen enough.
Against taxes, she demonstrates,
Drawing attention to her cause.
At home her angry husband waits,
Holding her bra, corset and drawers.
She truly was an activist,
More than willing to make a stand,
But on her wrist, Mom did insist
Her daughter wear a rubber band.
Her hair, it’s said, was very long,
And did provide some concealment,
But the horse’s stride was so strong,
The strands streamed straight back as she went.
Lady Godiva was quite brash,
To shamelessly ride in the nude.
Though other men enjoyed her dash,
Her dear husband remained a prude.