Yes its true, it's a wild thing!
In the wild hippies dance and they sing!
For they love nature and morning skies,
When world becomes one, in there souls and there minds.
And when they do the wild thing in the forest and tree's,
there feelin mother nature, as she surrounds there beings.
And with there psychedelic colors back on there backs,
They shake there bone's as they dance and relax.
But you know these freaken hippies, there not gonna stay!
As long as there rusty old bus's dont break down today! ....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem