Life: 101

When I'm a hundred and one

I will still walk barefoot on sacred forest trails

I will still howl with my wolven brothers under a canopy of stars

I will still be flirting with finely sculpted suitors

and will be well guarded by lion, champion and king

When I'm a hundred and one

I will give my imaginary friends a place of honour at my table

I will dress as a Paris harlot queen if I please

I will dance as if the devil is my devilishly handsome partner

and revel in my ability to bring noblemen down to bended knee

When I'm a hundred a one

I will feel easy about the world's fresh start

content that there are no wars

I'll enjoy all the freedom clean free energy has wrought

and bask naked upon pristine shores

And if I reach a hundred and one

and this has not yet come to pass

I shall give myself a scolding in the mirror

That I didn't kick my own damn ass!