Oh, listen up now, I’ll tell you a tale,
Of women so mighty, so grand, without fail!
They lead and they conquer, they stand tall and true,
And guess what? Their men wear a different shoe!

With a “Yes, dear!” and “Right away, ma’am!”
They follow with glee, they don’t give a damn!
They carry her purse, they polish her throne,
They smile and say, “Boss, I’m yours to own!”

She speaks, he listens—no fuss, no fight,
He knows that her wisdom is always right!
She builds, she shines, she takes command,
While he waits with tea (and a foot in the sand).

Now, some may chuckle, some may sneer,
But balance, my friend, is crystal clear.
For every queen, a loyal knight,
Who bows with love and holds on tight.

So let them lead, let them reign,
Let them break each rusted chain!
For behind each great woman, there stands a man,
Not holding her back—but holding her fan!