Classic Poem

You may talk about highwaymen
And of men of lowly birth,
But the man who robs a woman
Is the meanest man on earth.
He may steal gold and silver,
He may steal jewels rare,
He may steal crowns and kingdoms,
But nothing can compare
To a man who robs a woman
Of all that she holds dear.

She might be maid or matron,
She might be young or old,
She might be as poor as Lazarus,
Or she might have tons of gold,
She might be of the royalty,
Or she might be of humble birth,
But the man who steals her honor
Is the meanest man on earth.

There is a man who looks for goodness,
And then casts it to the wind,
There is a man who smiles like an angel
And his heart is as black as sin,
He seeks and finds the best home,
Where all is joy and mirth,
He steals the sacred treasure,
He is the meanest man on earth.

This mean man ought to be dealt with
By legal and social laws,
He is more poisonous than the cobra,
Like the tiger he has claws,
Drive him from society,
In jail give him a berth,
Because the man who robs a woman
Is the meanest man on earth.