je suis une provocateur extraordinare
i am a vocal libertine
i fly in the face of convention
my duplicitous antics have no concern
who savors or trashes my party favors
a dubious reaction from u to me
only sets this flame higher
cos then it's up to the gods to decide
we bring the ingredients, yet
they know how to prepare the dish for our local tastes
as puck retells, if these do shadows offend
'tis but a dream(a waking one at that), but
malleable & bendable
possibly friendly - with grasped hands, despite
the finality,
of our cries, les jeux sont faits!
oh yes, we can restore amends or else the puck a liar call