Classic Poem

Human nature's a science replete
With mysteries puzzling and rare,
And these lie the deepest, I weet,
In the sex that is known as " The Fair. "
Why, women are man's dearest care;
He protects them in sun and in wet;
Of all comforts they take lion's share.
Are they thankful? Well, maybe, and yet —

When it rains and you're out on the street,
And as fortune will have it, a pair
Of these feminine charmers you meet,
'Twill not do to pass by with a stare,
Though new is the tile that you wear;
You lend your umbrella, and fret
Should a drop either's bonnet impair.
Are they thankful? Well, maybe, and yet —

In the street car you capture a seat,
And you sigh, " I am tired, I declare. "
But how often you spring to your feet
With a suave, Chesterfieldian air,
And a " Madam, be seated, right there! "
Some thank you, some look their regret,
But they never say no to your prayer.
Are they thankful? Well, maybe, and yet —

envoy.

There are thousands of instances where
Women find themselves deeply in debt
To man, though he is " such a bear. "
Are they thankful? Well, maybe, and yet —