Ten hundred books could I write you about her Because I felt if I could know her I would know all women And they've not been any too well known for brains and planning and organised thinking But I'm sure the women are equal And they may be ahead of the men Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around because one organises the other And sometimes the most lost and wasted attract the most balanced and sane And the wild and the reckless take up with the clocked and the timed And the mixture is all of us And we're still mixing But never, never, never, Never could have it been done If the women hadn't entered into the deal Like she came along to me And all creeds and kinds and colors of us are blending Till I suppose ten million years from now we'll all be just alike Same color, same size, working together And maybe we'll have all of the fascists out of the way by then Maybe so.