Would wipe his big feet
On my sex soft and sweet;
But I'll be no mere mat in Man's doorway!"
And so this young woman of Norway
Got Ibsen to write, in cock-sure way,
Concerning her woes,
And tip-tilted her nose,
Crying, "Now womankind will have more way!"
But alas! this young woman of Norway
Still feels that her soul's in a poor way,