Why wait?

When I am old

I will have a black cat.

I will live in a cottage

in the heart of a forest,

And I will wear a pointed hat.

When I am old

I will fly on a broom.

I will pick wild herbs

to put in my pot,

And burn sage in every room.

When I am old

I will have whiskers and warts.

I will dance naked

in the light of a full moon,

And sing out all my thoughts.

When I am old

I will dress like a man.

I will mend my roof with magic,

dig the soil with my bare hands,

And spit and curse and damn.

When I am old

I will live my life

Exactly as I want to,

answering to no one but myself,

And the world will be my wife.