Once upon a time there was a hippie
who travelled from place to place.
He was not a natural born hippie
because his father had been a labourer
and the whole family grew up in a small council house.
It had been difficult to be a teenager with an interest
in alternative lifestyles, but then it is a difficult time anyway.
One night in a stone circle
in the magical forest there was a ceremony
and a folk band played
and this hippie became an official hippie.
None of his family attended
and when he visited them again they never mentioned it.
Things went on a lot like they had before
though he often wore a crown of brown leaves.
He was unsure if they could not see it
or if they just ignored it out of politeness and love.