A Hippie Dances Dusk till Dawn,

Smugly Chants, "this war is wrong!"

Zits and Dandruff, Odor Strong

So I say "Man, Get off my lawn

Power of the Flower,

the mantra he holds dear,

Hour of the shower,

for him not near nor clear.

My question thus is neighbor,

Do Amber waves of Grain

sound like fields where hippies

Should try to stake a claim?