As my letter must be brief,
If a man's obliged to wait
Just watch a man who tries
Some point to Job with pride,
And while I admit it's true
I'll at once state my belief,
And this it is -- that, since the world began,
And Adam first did say,
"Twas Eve led me astray,"
A woman hath more patience than a man.
For some one who's rather late,
No mortal ever got in such a stew,
And if something can't be found
That he's sure should be around,
he listening air sometimes grows fairly blue.
To soothe a baby's cries;
Or put a stove pipe up in weather cold,
Into what a state he'll get;
How he'll fuss and fume and fret
And stamp and bluster round and storm and scold!
As an argument for their side!
Why, it was so rare a patient man to see,
That when one was really found,
His discoverers were bound
To preserve for him a place in history!
That man has some patience too,
And that woman isn't always sweetly calm,
Still I think all must agree
On this central fact -- that she
For central all-round patience bears the palm.