Turn me into a tyrant,
if you angrily so desire,
although I didn't rant,
to create that kind of ire.

Turn me like the seasons,
returning faithfully every year,
while as I age for reasons,
please update my gear.

Turn me into a saint,
for all the good deeds I do.
Giving freely of what I ain't,
for it could be me or you.

Turn me in to the devil,
for the devilish things I pull.
Hammering on his anvil,
making life better and full.

Turn me into a butterfly,
emerging from my room.
Where I watch the world go by,
on TV, the Internet and Zoom.

And most of all.

Turn me on to ultimate thrill,
while you dance and sing your song.
What can be had without a pill,
before my time to enjoy is gone.