And if she wastes her wages, well, she wastes what is her own.
Still to say that she’s heroic, as some scribes of late have said,
Is unkind as well as foolish, for it only swells her head;
She oughtn’t to be flattered, she requires to be repressed,
Or she’ll grow into a portent and a peril and a pest.
Dr. Shadwell to the Premier makes an eloquent appeal
In firm and drastic fashion with this element to deal;
And ’twould be a real feather in our gifted Cambrian’s cap
If he taught the peccant flapper less flamboyantly to flap.
But, in our way of thinking, ’tis for women, kind and wise,