Just this morning, out of a large memory for songs, and having been obsessed by them since childhood, suddenly, at the age of 84, I thought of a song I hadn't thought of in over 50 years. It came into my head unbidden.
“I know how guys talk, so I'm not easily offended. Guys can fight and be best friends five minutes later. Women have to air it out, hold on to it, work on it.”
“The gentleman puts me in mind of an old hen which persists in setting after her eggs are taken away.”