and stay and bake all night.
I want to check those cookies
to make sure they come out right!
I want to be a U.C.W.
The desserts they make are sweet.
But my arm is sore and aching
from stirring that mince meat.
I want to be a U.C.W.
and join those crafty ladies.
They work hard the year around
but never get any paydays.
I want to be a U.C.W.
and run a giant bazaar.
And have those satisfied customers
from near and from far.
I want to be a U.C.W.
and join in that sisterhood
to serve God and Country,
to work for the common good.
I want to be a U.C.W.
I know they make God smile.
He knows they are the type of women
who go the extra mile.
I want to be a U.C.W.
and work like a bee in a hive.
We love you here at Ste-Geneviève.
You keep our church alive.
I want to be a U.C.W.
But I don't think that I can.
Because to be a U.C.W.
you cannot be a man!
