As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And we trailed our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream
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