Sing a song of Sylvia–
A genius in most eyes;
She still can tease, in times like these,
A pocketful of guys.
Or praise the proud Priscilla,
Who knows her cuts and joints,
No simple feat. It’s really meet
To say she has her points.
And gander good at Gertrude,
Who has this, them, and those;
But, better still, scan, if you will,
Her scarcer shoes and hose!
And take, too, tiny Tillie–
The girl no-one forgets.
Though others lack, she’s sure to pack
Some brand of cigarettes.
So, sing a song of Amazons–
What are we waiting for?
It’s plain to see, at leest to me,
No male can win this war!
by Ray Romine Thursday, April 26, 1945
