Men all muddled,to work they struggled.
They all lost hope, to them life was a joke.
Someone had to save them, needed they a Dame.
To them she came,she wanted no fame.
She swept them with her boldness,lead them with her shrewdness.
They struggled no longer,they rather grew stronger.
They toiled under her, growth stuck like a bur.
All done and dusted,she went and rested.
They revered her, the future forgot her.
Their greed grew sore, History knew her no more.