A sensible woman will walk through the sewers To keep her hat out of the rain A sensible woman will not bother her poor head at night With thoughts of thieves that prowl about She wears her pearls to bed at night A sensible woman grows spirited flowers By watering them with champagne

And even when life may seem Distraught with inhumanity Reason and rhyme and sanity gone With her head on her shoulders Her hand on her hat pin A sensible woman goes on

A sensible woman creates her own fashion Believing that hats should be hats She writes herself letters filled With witty past and present news That way she’s sure tomorrow that The news she gets is pleasant news A sensible woman when faced with a problem Confers with her sensible cats And even when face to face With all the world’s banality Its individuality gone With her eye on its target Her parasol brandished A sensible woman goes on

A sensible woman will trade with the grocer Some gossip for onions and rice And then when her birthday comes She’ll simply say “away with it” She’ll add another beauty spot She’ll choose an age and stay with it A sensible woman sets traps for the landlord And plays with the neighborhood mice And if there’s a moment when The night seems dark and endless and Her life seems pale and friendless and wan With a grasp of her senses A grip on her handbag With wisdom and wit and elan With courage and cat food With grit and galoshes A sensible woman goes on And on And on And on And on!