My daughters, always defend their mom,
Take her side, in differences of opinion
It's not a question of democracy
I'll always be outvoted because there,
Are more hers
They stick together,
Have more in common with each other
It is a question of gender
Though I might rant and rage
Strut up and down the stage
Beg and plead, like a natural man
My case is lost, and I am bossed
For too often my sons, join in
To side with their mom
And I sigh to the melancholy strains and
Muses, they might be right, they might be right
Just another dad
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