Beauty in Bounty Is A Woman

"Her ’prentice han’ she tried on man
And then she made the lasses-O"
- Robert Burns
"Green Grows the Rashes"

Beauty in Bounty is a woman fair
Be she of dark or golden hair
Be she of temper short of meek
She is the peace that us men seek
For at the ending of the day
Her touch soothes our cares away

Beauty in Bounty is a ladys smile
Though she may worry all the while
It is to her a God given grace
Heavy her heart may be, still light is her face
And as our tousled hair she smoothes,
Our hearts fire with her touch she soothes

Us men are terrible and vain
Spiteful, seeking revenge to gain
Always insisiting on being right
Slow to say sorry and quick to fight
When the lady looks in the window at her reflection
She admires not just herself, but Gods perfection!