I saw this lady in North Street
Who walks in mystery,
Her eyes, mild, teary
Though her lips turns cheery

A muse in a daydream
Her grace, heaven's beam
Suddenly, from her came a scream
Like a gust of an impatient steam

She flew out in a rampage
A lioness unkempt from the cage
Frenzy in her madness she'd wage
To anyone who was not on her page

In this affair, I deeply despaired
But to contain her I couldn't have dared
I felt something off—weird
One by one, to me everyone stared
Like a freak show they feared

Curses quickly pooled at my feet
Blasphemy hurled at a moment of heat
I wept, baffled in quiet defeat
For it was then I became the strange
lady of North Street