Well, if I’m going to be an old crone,
I may as well do it right:
Let my house be messy, let me sing like a child,
Let my hair be unkempt, my stories wild,
Let me make the world wonder what I do at night.

Let me curse the people who hurt me,
Tell the truth till the lions fear me,
Let me dance till my wits desert me,
Scream out my dreams to those who won’t hear me.

Love has ignored me — there’s no more use trying,
Now let me concentrate on flying!
Nothing’s as silly as Hecate
          trying to look like Snow White;
Well, if I’m going to be an old crone,
I may as well do it right!