Eunice Nethercutt was once a man
with forearms hard as oak paddles.
She lugged boulders rough as sand
from Colusa through the delta. On saddle
she could out ride any savage brave.
At the mouth of the cerulean Bay she baffled
Chan, who sold coolies. By Sutro cave
she freed thirty Chinese in armed battle.
Eunice Nethercutt once was a man
'til she met a dude who ran cattle.
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