Ye foolish women,
Banish the thought of freedom,
Lest ye be banished from this kingdom.
Go back to sewing thy man's linen.

"She's a witch I reckon" they'll say.
Go back to scrubbing those clothes,
Lest ye make unnecessary foes.
Shush kitten, now obey.

Throw those books away.
Doesn't matter because home you'll forever stay.

Rhyme scheme: abba