In maybe 1955, I think it was, I saw a two-line wisecrack in, of all places, the The Saturday Evening Post.
A modest girl doesn't chase bachelors.
Neither, on the other hand, does a mousetrap pursue a mouse!

Aha, sez I, there's a song in there! And so there was, the first song I ever wrote that was worth keeping. We won't mention the earlier ones. The tune has a sort of calypso beat, but, more's the pity, I'm not able to submit the tune here.

The Mantrap

Come all you young maidens and listen
And gain some instruction from me.
Be modest, demure, and retiring,
And chase not the bachelor so free.

Oh, do not act bold, free, and brazen;
Be modest, retiring and shy.
Men flee from the woman who chases
And the brazen young lady pass by.

But the modest girl does not chase bachelors
As doubtless you have been aware,
For the modest girl does not chase bachelors
As the bear-trap does not chase the bear!

Alas, would that it were longer!

Dave Oesterreich