Ladies In The Sca

Now the deadly widow spider eats the mate that doesn't flee
As does the praying mantis if she's courted carelessly
Don't be fooled by fragile beauty, for thereby hangs my tale
That the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male

Now you'll see a lovely lady with a cord of black and red
Court her gingerly and carefully or else you'll wind up dead
Don't muck about with Mongols, you're better off in jail
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male

Now those frail and frivolous ladies that are with the cavaliers
Don't be fooled by mere appearance, all is not as it appears
For they carry bodice daggers in those frills and farthingales
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male

In the desert lands of Aten over all the countryside
Grows a lovely desert flower worn with biting female pride
It's the oleander blossom, white as snow and deathly pale
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male

See that sweet and fragile lady, see that blissom little miss
Treads the dance with grace and beauty, drops a curtsy, trades a kiss
And she also puts on armor, lays about with sheild and flail
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male

There are sharp and shining sabers, there are Viking axes bright
There are bodice knives and hat pins, there is poison in the night
But their tongue's their sharpest weapon; over that you can't prevail
For the ladies in the SCA are deadly as the male