Hippies

Hippies. Hippies. Hippies. I keep seeing these hippies out in the street. I didn't know that hippies were still around, But I keep seeing 'em now. Long hair, big hats, and trousers so wide you Can barely see their feet poking out. Smiling timely, said we never see Goths much, And then saw four Goths standing at the bus Stop. I'm never alone with my thoughts. Hippie ramblers keep crossing my mental path, Honking my head while I'm chilling in the bath. No, thanks. We're all hippies as soon as the Calls in a post-pagan country, Nature plays her part. Please leave me alone in the bath. We know a couple who live down our way. First time we met 'em, they were very trendy. Now they're wearing flowers in their hair and Wearing waistcoats, no jokes, flipping the peace Sign while they're milking their goats. Hippies