Have you heard about the lady
Who carried a beautiful vase
It had a whole at the bottom
Spilling water at her pace
The men thought it funny
And fell about the place

Now why would this lady
Carry such vase,
For surely she is crazy
And that we cannot face
She poured out what she had
Then turned to face their gaze
Head held high
She marched on by
To repeat the same tired chase