There once was a hippie
Who thought his future was zippy.
So he took a journey through white dunes—
With pockets-filled prunes
For you see: his life was quite yippee.

But then a war snatched him wholly:
A hell-filled stormy-Stromboli!
He grew a pair of horns—
His wounds bled through muddy uniforms
For you see: battles will only leave you lonely…