Written by a man who tries to understand
The perspective she has that makes her so grand

It seems to me her concerns are few
They mostly encompass the children and you

From morning to night what captures her sight
Her man, her children, is everything all right

Sure she fusses, she fumes and gets so upset
About trivial things that require no fret

But quicker than lightning as by some magic cue
Her attention comes back to her children and you

Before you get critical of the shifts in her hue
Remember, it's simply a woman's point of view