Reaching from their dwelling in the peak of elegance
It's for the queens and spouses with the cleanest houses
To each who'd be compeled the feed a felon if he needed help
With a needle she's a seamstress, in the kitchen, wow!
Batches of this, that, and after your finished
Shes staked up the dishes and lifted them out
You can ask, she will listen, it's casual bliss
Getting back a suggestion, no malice within it
A dedication to the hearts that throb to praise a poet
It's for the ladies with the hardest jobs who paid the lowest
Children raised, it's like a garden, always tame and growing
For every cradle, every pardon, every praise they throw you
And every home maker known to please completely
Its for the broke patrons who donate to the needy
I believe theres a throne waiting, your grown place of achievments
It's a thank you for our own sakes, the chrome plate of our species
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