I want to be a wild woman
until the end of my days.

I will frolic and trollop
and saunter every which way.

I will sing loudly
and proclaim proudly
I love me I am me
I dig me I am free.

I want to be a wild woman
until the end of my days.

I wear purple
and lurid blue
I wear glitter and feathers
and polka dots too.

I will wear crushed velvet at 70
tie dye at 80
fairy wings at 90
a crown at 100.

I have comfortable shoes
and dirty bare feet
I have cloths of the rainbow
That light up my soul sweet.

I have wild hair
that makes me giggle and glow
I cut it in the garden,
my golden locks help
ferns to grow.

I have eyebrows that arch
with every emotion
I have kind eyes that
see love in every commotion.

I want to be a wild woman until the end of my days.

I know that
every single day
I am on this earth
I am a gift.

I want a spirit
as bright
and light
as the world’s biggest lighthouse.

I have a laugh
that doesn’t apologise
for being the body’s way
of exploding open with joy.

I want to be a wild woman until the end of my days.

I possess my power
my strength
my courage
my vitality
my sheer insistence
at being who I am.

I will laugh too loudly
dance crazily, proudly
make messes,
paint smear my hands,
my heart, my house.

I will be a wild woman until the end of my days.

I am
always have been
and always
will be
radiant
ridiculous
fabulous
hilarious
wonderful
glorious
floating
and
scrumptious.

I am a wild woman.

Always have been
And always will be
Until the end of my days
and beyond

Carouselling into the sky
like a firework’s lovechild
with Hayley’s Comet,
dazzling.

I light up this world.

I am a wild woman.