She wandered through the garden fence 
and said, 'I've brought at great expense 
a potion guaranteed to bring 
relief from all your suffering.' 
And though I said, 'You don't exist,' 
she grasped me firmly by the wrist 
and threw me down upon my back 
and strapped me to her torture rack 
And, without further argument 
I found my mind was also bent 
upon a course so devious 
it only made my torment worse 

She said, 'I see you cannot speak 
is it your voice that is too weak? 
Is it your tongue that is to blame? 
Maybe you cannot speak for shame. 
Or has your brain been idle too, 
and now it will not think for you?' 
I hastened to make my reply 
but found that I could only lie 
And like a fool I believed myself 
and thought I was somebody else 
But she could see what I was then 
and left me on my own again