Hail to the Caesar who's given us men
Our rightful heritage back again.
WHO SUMMONS:
These women who write of loves that are loose,
(Those little perversionist scribes of the Deuce!)
Laughter of lies lilting lewd at their lips,
Their souls and brains both in a maudlin eclipse;
Their bosoms as bare as their stories and songs;
These coaxers of dogs with their "rights" and their wrongs.
WHO COMMANDS: