Title: Golden Opportunity
ttto: The Golden City by Eric Bogle
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGUwEC3AQtQ
She was interested in science
(De)spite her teachers' firm defiance
She saw no need for compliance
With the girlish course they planned
A young girl but quite brainy
Who thought thinking wasn't zany
And to all she made it plain she'd
Learn things they tried to ban
When she set off for college
Seeking learning, seeking knowledge
She would not even acknowledge
Any limits of her sex
She'd excel to any measure
Doing science gave her pleasure
And she knew she'd be a treasure
Just like all the macho techs
Sally, fly free.
Sally, go far.
Soar above
Limits they set.
But in college she found stressors
She had problems with professors
Some of them became oppressors
They thought science was for men
She fought back as she was able
When she had to, flipped a table
She would not be just a label
Just a woman yet again
She hung on in college, grimly
Answered all detractors primly
Some began to see her, dimly,
As a person, not a girl
And when she aced her orals
There were no longer quarrels,
Any sexist anti-morals,
She was seen now as a pearl
Sally, fly free.
Sally, go far.
Soar above
Limits they set.
She then looked for a position
But she had a deep suspicion,
Though there never was admission,
She'd fare better if a boy
But she gamely kept on plugging
If she failed, she'd go down slugging
So she really felt like hugging
When they told her she's employed
She serves her comp'ny brightly
She stays extra almost nightly
She answers most politely
Anyone who asks her, "Why?"
'Cause "a girl" here's not an in-joke
Her coworkers all had been woke
It's as if she had new kinfolk
And she need no longer cry
Sally, fly free.
Sally, go far.
Soar above
Limits they set.
Soar above
Limits they set.
My lyrics copyright 2018 by Arthur Tansky. License granted for
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