Threat of the Female Whip
The elderly slaveman works hard – under the constant threat of the biting sting of the female whip!
Work or get whipped,
Work or get whipped,
Lazy slave!
Scrub down those rocks
And learn to behave
In the presence of your betters,
Whilst you suffer in fetters.
Work! Or the whip’s crack
Shall burn your back
Like the blazing sun,
Whilst these two girls have fun
Watching you toil,
Down in the soil,
Down in the dirt
Where you belong!
For they have the power,
And beneath them you cower,
Admiring their socks
As you polish old rocks.
Ha! Ha! What a fool!
What an ignorant thrall!
You work, whilst they whip,
And thus you feel small,
In the face of girl power
Hour upon hour.