I was sawing wood at a saw horse set,
When up came Fanny, the Suffragette:
Said she: " I want your vote to get
The ballot, now, for a Suffragette! "

" Fanny, the kitchen wants this wood
And I would cook if I only could;
If you can saw, as a man must do,
I almost think I could vote for you. "

" My hat's in the ring, " said Fanny bold
And handed the hat for me to hold;
I held that hat as a shield to see
How a Suffragette could bend the knee.

She took the saw on the low saw-horse,
And her arms akimbo tightened her corse,
Her breath came short as she said: " O, dear!
Is there none but you, sir, a'standing near? "

Then up went her knee and she caught her gown,
Two shapely feet I was looking down:
" Fanny, your premiss is understood,
We men shut our eyes when we're sawing wood. "

She shut her eyes and she watched not me,
And she sawed her hand and she slipped her knee,
She caught her sleeve and she bared her arm,
And she worked that saw with every charm.

Transfixed I stood, unobserved, to note
Every reason had she to obtain my vote,
If no reason above, I had reason to see
The downright argument settled me!

" You shall vote, " said I, " let it be the law!
Though you sawed not much, how you stood I saw.
There's a tenderer saw-horse on my knee,
Wherever you vote, the Inspector's Me! "