Success

Sharpen your claws, Pussy-cat,

For a bird newly flown;

While a bird cleans its beak

For a snail on a stone.

Powder your face, fair Woman,

Still thinking of Man.

If the cat gets a bird,

She will purr all she can;

If a bird gets a snail,

We shall hear a sweet carol.

When a Woman gets man,

Tell me-why must she quarrel?