Clever wit and a bit of poise
That is how I master boys
Slithering, curling at my heels
Promises falling from the mouths of eels
Lies with immeasure, not a thing they care about
If a snake won't hold its tongue, I'll cut it out
With determination she levelly employs,
I am she, master of boys.

Kind precision, and a tad cruel
The girls are whom I rule
Skipping, running at my embrace
Coy suggestions, a fox on the chase
Laughter so sinister, smiles so sincere
When they expose their heart, I'll shoot it clear
With care she freely hurls
I am she, ruler of girls

Patient consideration, ever chaste
My spell over children is done with haste
Innocently stumbling, blind at my skirts
Birds crying out for attention, they know the world hurts
Fixing our mistakes, unaware of their own
Refuse my views and your world will be overthrown
Unable, yet yearning to help them,
I am she, captivator of children

Discerning defiance and a certain edge of humility,
Have I not found a way to draw you to me?
Standing still, gazing into my eyes
Old God who has seen under this guize
Watching, judging, patiently waiting
Do not challenge the power I've been dating!
She gives way, as she is prone to do,
I am she, the one humbled by you