I found Enchanteur sitting in a wheelbarrow reading the paper today.
Has she lost it?
Is she quite mad?
Has she snapped?
Or is she simply telling me to live dangerously
And do whatever I feel like doing?

What is the worst thing that can happen?

My family might not talk to me
My children might worry?
Ooops! I remember!
My family barely talk to me anyway!
And the children will clap and cheer.

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