A bone taken out of man
Forms a creature called woman
She is a fit partner for her mate
Through her aid new offsprings are made
She is salt in the life of her husband
She makes her home well refined
Though some of them has gone sour
Becoming the source of palaver
That erodes the life of most geezers
It could even be more dangerous
If engaged with two of them at a time
How advantageous it could be
For he who stucks to her
And all her laden bear
He who finds one amongst the amiable ones
Shouldn't be castigated when he celebrates
Because he has been highly favored
By the most high god
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