Maybe marrying a man might help

Men make me merry...

Might make me malicious or murder me,

But men might make me moneyed

My G-d Molly men aren’t monsters

The women make them mad

It’s not the men that make matters worse

It’s the worrisome women

They wake with weary eyes and wonder

“Will my wonderful one ruin me?”

Women wield the weapons of their words

By warning their men that without women

They won’t win when the world ends

Maybe that’s why men maim their women

Out of fear of losing their world

Women worry their men

And men maim their women