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.