No man caresses her in warmth of night
Nor brings her tea and comfort when she’s sick.
She puts them off by always being right.
So only from her cat she gets a lick.
No man can puzzle out what he’s done wrong
No man can cut the wire that binds her heart.
Yet now and then they hear a wistful song…
And think they see black demons swift depart..
Beware such women as they are accursed…
For never by man’s touch have they been blessed