Mother Eve, Mother Eve, I name you a fool ...
Mother Eve, Mother Eve, I name you a fool,
you sweated red blood for the rise of the race,
Oh, woodlands of Eden; the trees waving green,
sward that was soft to your slim, naked sole,
The murmuring river as friendly and cool
as the woods where you first led young Adam a chase,
Where to this very day might you have been seen,
if you only had reckoned about birth control.