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In the days that are gone when a statue was wanted
  In park or museum where statues must be,
A chivalrous male would come forward undaunted
  And say: “If you must have one, make it of me.
Bad though they be, yet I’ll agree
If you must make them, why make them of me.”

But chivalry’s dead, as I always expected
  Since women would not let things stay as they were;
So now, I suppose, when a statue’s erected
  Men will say brutally: “Make it of her.”
She may prefer things as they were
When they start making the statues of her.