That floats on a mushie high o'er vales with pals,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden hippy gals;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on their UV lit jig,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of the rig:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when in my manger I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the hippie gals.
Some day I'll wander down
Instead of suffering paranoid fears,
They'll dance about, without frown
As this cow should've done for years;
Some day I'll go down the hill
And take my place, stomp my fill.