Secretary

 My Master is a man of might
 With manners like a hog;
He makes me slave from morn to night
 And treats me like a dog.
He thinks there's nothing on this earth
 His money cannot buy,
And claims to get full wages worth
 From hirelings such as I.

But does he? Though a Man of State,
 And fabulously rich,
He little guesses that his mate
 Is just a bonny bitch.
For he is grey and gross and fat,
 While I am tall and slim,
And when he's gone it happens that
 I take the place of him.

Oh God! The beauty of the blow
 When I will blast his life;
When I will laugh and let him know
 My mistress is his wife.
Today a doormat for his feet,
 He loves to see me squirm . . .
Tomorrow,--how revenge is sweet!
 The turning of the worm.

Form: Lyric

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