Her name is Jane, she’s tall and racy,
You know the type of girl: dangerous,
Once she has caught your heart, treacherous,
You are done for and at her mercy,
So be very, oh very, careful,
She can handle herself, my dear friend,
Against a whole army she would fend,
She is a lot more than a handful!
Never has she been overpowered,
Nor ever from any man cowered;
That good! Look she’s even got a gun,
This battle you cannot – Oh shit run!
Just something that made me laugh.