Ballad of an Ancient Truth

IF all the tears since time began
That womankind lias shed for man

Were gathered into one great sea,
Losh, what a tidal wave there’d be!

’T would drown the women, one and all;
They’d sink in salt beyond recall.

The men would somehow keep afloat.
Each in a little dinky boat.

With shirts for sails and arms for oars
They’d paddle off to other shores,

And land unhurt, serene and brave, —
And cause another tidal wave.