Over the years you had been hunting
All you men who search for “poon”
But in the long run we don’t need you
Just to feed the kids we raise
There’s new reproductive ways
Don’t need a dipstick in our face

Over the years we missed devotion
Womanly feelings all alone
Now you are washed-up macho humans
We were so sick of all the lies
It’s a shame you had to die
We found we didn’t need a guy…….

Baby, no mo
Baby, you disappeared
The “weaker” sex did grow
The stud got done in by the mare
President Midge
Over the phone
Says just have daughters
Now we’re ho(mo)