A Feminist "can'T"

Can't tell us can't For our immense pleasure of a broad recant Cause we know we can walk on the ceiling While we know just what is the feeling As it may be a scare if too many are up there As life squirms and men fall under exposing inferiority fears No longer "king of the mountain" or "big dog on top" We're moving upwards and we'll never stop Our flock will sing on a mountain high As small as it may be, we'll rejoice with a sigh We'll claw our way up the ladder While we know just what is the matter Is it wrong for ladies to have ambition for the race To ask for a raise and command praise However so, we know the lovely birds will follow For our life we never let a man swallow By Susan Mills