There was a wild woman
Lived under the moon
In a quaint little cottage
With only one room
Her hair was all tangled
Her art just as tame
She did what she wanted
Not looking for fame
She followed the cycles
On blood moon, painted red
And whenever it pleased her
She went back to bed
She cussed and she shouted
She danced and she sang
All through the valley
Her tender voice rang
She drank tea with dainties
And swam in the lake
She did just what she wanted
Never acting fake
There was a wild woman
Lived under the moon
In a quaint little cottage
With only one room
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