The Woodstock Kid went to
a place where typical Woodstock
stuff happened with no argument.
Stuff like beer, singing, smoking,
and other assorted goodies, and
the good old days had returned.
But, the Kid felt that all of
this was somewhat useless and
asked why did we would do it.
Why does a group of people,
who knows that the party won't last,
subject themselves for moment laughter?
At 1:00 a.m., the Woodstock Kid left,
saturated with smoke, and he doesn't
know what happened after he left.
The Woodstock Kid is a rare breed,
Because he's one of the few hippies left,
And then you've got a lot of folk-singing drunks.
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