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We envisage no future
But a dim foggy time after
When hens desire to crow
And control the affairs of time:
Feminism!
Can we jerk a natural order?
If it be so, let hens grow
Combs, and let their throats break
To let out the crow:
Feminism! Feminism!
Nature has our dispute solved
And our contention resolved.
A comb and crow to the cock
Is enough difference
And great essence:
Feminism! Feminism! Feminism!
