Triumph of the Female Species

Triumph of the Female Species   

When the lion feels he's hungry
And he lacks the nerve to kill
There the female lies beside him
Just to fight his every will.

When the cobra feels he's hungry
And there's prey to quench his thirst
It is not by face of triumph
That the female gets there first.

A bear claims that he's a savage
Quite a puppy otherwise
Lets the female throw her punches
While the male will compromise.

Yes the coward stands aside
We will always solve his troubles
But where will that coward be
When the female race soon doubles?

He will always be withdrawing
He will be crouching at our feet
But one thing he won't admit
Is the female has him beat!