She entered in her silken dress
Her purple eyelashes catching the eye
Came toward my counter first
I asked her what she wanted to buy
Gently came out those maiden words
Softly fluttered her colored eyes
Audible magical mystic wizards
But to speak to a man she was too shy
I summoned for the female salesgirl
While a thought suddenly sniped my mind
Prejudices and discriminations began to swirl
With default shapes of a myriad kind
What have we been taught to think of women?
What do you really preach o' wise men?
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