Was that me?

Was that him?

Did a prince real ly 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 sud den ly Get ting bored with me?

Wake up!

Stop dream ing.

Stop pranc ing a bout the woods.

It’s not be seem ing.

What is it a bout the woods?

Back to life, back to sense, Back to child, back to hus band, No one lives in the woods.

There are vows, there are ties, There are needs, there are stand ards, There are should n’ts and shoulds.

Why not both in stead?

There’s the an swer, if you’re clev er:

Have a child for warmth, And a bak er for bread, And a prince

for what ev er Nev er!

It’s these woods.

Face the facts, find the boy, Join the group, stop the Gi ant, Just get out of these woods.

Was that him?

Yes, it was.

Was that me?

No, it was n’t, Just a trick of the woods.

Just a mo ment,

One pe cu liar pass ing mo ment...

Must it all be ei ther less or more, Ei ther plain or grand?

Is it al ways “or”?

Is it nev er “and”?

That’s what woods are for:

For those mo ments in the woods.

Oh, if life were made of mo ments,

E ven now and then a bad one!

But if life were on ly mo ments,

Then you’d nev er know you had one.

First a witch, then a child, Then a prince, then a mo ment— Who can live in the woods?

And to get what you wish, On ly just for a mo ment— These are dan ger ous woods...

Let the mo ment go...

Don’t for get it for a mo ment, though.

Just re mem ber ing you’ve had an “and” When you’re back to “or” Makes the “or” mean more Than it did be fore.

Now I un der stand

And it’s time to leave the woods!