Jim Jones with a will undivided
Toiled on with his reaper and plow.
He brought up his brood, and provided
For them by the sweat of his brow.
Whenever some plan was in question,
In kindly and old-fashioned way
He gave this unchanging suggestion:
“Whatever the women folks say.”
The world with its strife and its glory
Goes seeking for treasure and charm.
The tale of its years is the story
Of Jim Jones who toiled on the farm.
The men wield the shovel and hammer,
But if we should ask them the way
The world should be run, they would stammer:
“Whatever the women folks say.”