I’m nothing but a gypsy tart
That travels town to town
I spread my joy to every soul
I never wear a frown

Today I’m camping in the woods
Tomorrow I’m gone swimming
The next day I’m upon a Hog
As the sun is dimming

You’ll never see me wear my shoes
And usually not a bra
My hair’s a wind-blown tangled mess
I’m quite the fun grandma!

My mouth’s as filthy as my feet
And yet my soul is pure
I’m full of love and nothing else
Just ask if you’re unsure

I don’t have time to write much more
I’m off to see the rest
Come join me if you’d like to go
Who knows my next conquest?