If ever I should pass
and my eyes roll away
in a time such that,
women only obey.
When my waist was tied,
and my breast shant reveal-
lace and dimity was wore
and skin provocative.
If ever I should pass,
when we all died young,
when birthing was death,
and a cold was that as well.
When one room schools were held,
and tea was really quite swell.
If ever I should pass,
when the world had gone array.
When diversity was never thought,
and children were often not.
