There once was a woman named Sadie;
Some say she was wicked and shady.
Bars were her thing; a drinker was she;
She would ask for two shots of whiskey.
On tables she’d climb to dance for the guys;
looking down with her emerald green eyes.
whispered the women their utter revulsion;
toward young Sadie's unbridled compulsion,
to drink and to curse; like a sailor on leave.
Flirt without shame; her words to deceive.
Clever dear Sadie; her beauty she'd use;
so charming; with her wit would amuse.
Then came a man; who’d tame the redhead;
by changing her ways; to his liking instead.
From the bar the gent took the wild Sadie;
hell bent he'd turn her into a young lady.
Missed at the bars; men wept in their beer;
but the gossips in town; shed nary one tear.
Now Sadie's at home with her two little tikes;
strong whiskey and dance; no longer her likes.
She nibbles sweet cake; while sipping her tea.
A proper lady is she; sweet Sadie McGee!
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