Mother Eve, Mother Eve, I name you a fool ...

by Robert E. Howard

Mother Eve, Mother Eve, I name you a fool,

you sweated red blood for the rise of the race,

Oh, woodlands of Eden; the trees waving green,

sward that was soft to your slim, naked sole,

The murmuring river as friendly and cool

as the woods where you first led young Adam a chase,

Where to this very day might you have been seen,

if you only had reckoned about birth control.