Rosie The Riveter

THE GIRLS WITH YELLOW HANDS

The guns out there are roaring fast; the bullets fly like rain;
The aeroplanes are curvetting, they go and come again;
The bombs talk loud; the mines crash out; no trench their might withstands,
Who helped them all to do their job? The girls with yellow hands.

The boys out there have hands of red; it's German blood, and warm.
the Germans know what's coming when the English swarm-
Canadians and British, and the men from Southern lands.
Who helped them all to do their job? The girls with yellow hands.

The boys are smiling though they rush against a barbed trench;
The girl's are smiling though destruction hovers o'er their bench;
And when the soldiers sweep along through lines of shattered strands,
Who helpeed them all to do their job? The girls with yellow hands.

For a few years I worked rebuilding, maintaining  and fabricating WWII aircraft. I remember many times having lightening and inspection holes that were far too small for my hands/arms to fit.