A Few Good Men

The army wants a few good men.
The gals I know want one.
Just one good man
Who’ll take their hand
From she, who calls him son.

The army wants a few good men
So ordered and exact.
While women grab,
Or sometimes nab
A live one they detect.

The army gets a few good men
And proud of them we are.
But where’s the man
Who’ll do all he can
For the lady on his arm?

The army gets its many men.
Gals aren’t selfish – one’s enough.
They’ll climb a rope
To gain some hope.
But the ride down better not be rough.