Do you remember, how your dreams had flown
thinking of a coven of your very own?

Bobbie's stabbed himself with his athame,
Susie's dumped the chalice on your dress,
No one seems to listen to what you say;
Goddess, what a mess!!!

Lady Rowena, are they beyond reach?
Times like this, you wonder why you wanted to teach!!

Your familiar's having kittens on the altar,
Your Maiden channels things from Alpha 10,
Your will and dedication starts to falter,
Have you considered Zen?

Lady Rowena, stop tearing at your hair,
You can always choose to be a solitaire!

Last night, your High Priest came out to his brother
His "fundy" father's shown up with a gun,
You got an application from his mother
She wants to join in the fun!

Lady Rowena, Pentagram at your Breast
Waiting for the Goddess to Manifest

Lyrics by Breid Foxsong