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The fashion comes and goes, As everybody knows; Feathers on a last year's hat Are raggedy to wear; The white, or lemon, spat Is beautiful and fair; Large plaids are not refined; It's clear to me—and you agree— That these are tasks enough for woman's mind.

The vote is but a fraud and a deception; The way to get our will, the way to win Is not at an election, But darkly, with a grin. Not quite without protection, Not in complete subjection, But armed with charms superlative we come To each secluded home. Thanks to the votes we are too good to cast, Thanks to the news we have not read for years, We all assume that every law that's passed Is due to our unshed, but potent, tears.