"She's an angel in truth, a demon in fiction; O, Woman's the greatest of all contradiction; She's afraid of a cockroach, she'll scream at a mouse. But she'll tackle a husband as big as a house. She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse; She'll split his head open and then be his nurse. And when he is well and can get out of bed, She'll pick up a teapot and throw at his head. She's faithful, deceitful, keensighted and blind: She's crafty, she's simple, she's cruel, she's kind; She'll lift a man up, she'll cast a man down. She'll make him her king, and she'll make him her clown. You fancy she's this, but you find she is that, For she'll play like a kitten, and bite like a cat. In the morning she will, in the evening she won't, And you're always expecting she does but she don't."