Of “Man-made-laws” and the virtues of proteid peas;
Of Folk-Song, and Art and of sterilised milk for the child;
Of the joys of the Morris Dance, and of poetry teas.
And when the vile husbands get tipsy, on Saturday nights,
She goes round next morning and gives them a piece of her mind,
And rouses the downtrodden wives—and when this leads to fights
And black eyes, and bad language, she says: “But I meant to be kind!”