“WOMEN’S CHORUS LEADER:
That’s why I’ll serve my city with a chat.
So I’m a woman—why should you resent
That I come forward with the best advice?
I’ve done my share and more; it’s men I’ve lent.
You wretched drool-bags, since the Persian Wars,
Just fritter our inheritance away,
No taxes to replace the cash you spend.
You’re going to ruin all of us someday.
You dare to gripe? Let out one vicious word,
I’ll send this slipper bashing through your beard.”