The wonderful thoughtful women who make such
good
companions to a man are only sitting
tight on the craters of their volcano
and spreading their skirts.
Or like the woman who sat down on a sleeping
mastodon
thinking he was a little hill, and she murmured such
beautiful
things
the men stood around like crocuses agape in the
sun.
Then suddenly the mastodon rose with the wonderful
lady
and trampled all the listeners to a smush.