BAKER'S WIFE
What was that?

Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?

Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly
Getting bored with me?

Wake up! Stop dreaming
Stop prancing about the woods
It's not besseming
What is it about the woods?

Back to life, back to sense,
Back to child, back to husband,
You can't live in the woods
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are shouldn'ts and shoulds

Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever:
have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever-
Never!
It's these woods

Face the facts, find the boy,
Join the group, stop the Giant-
Just get out of these woods
Was that him? yes it was
Was that me? No it wasn't,
Just a trick of the woods

Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or"?
Is it never "and"?
That's what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods

Oh if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one

First a Witch, then a child,
Then a Prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment-
These are dangerous woods

Let the moment go
Don't forget it for a moment, though
Just remembering you've had and "and",
When you're back to "or",
Makes the "or" mean more
Than it did before
Now I understand-

And it's time to leave the woods