They called him the Spirit of Woodstock,

because of his ginourmous beard.

A beard that he used to keep pens in,

his glasses, and other things weird.

With a brain the size of a planet

he always considered things well.

Before writing a well thought conclusion,

his thinking as clear as a bell

But his downfall was his own distraction;

a penchant for a rambling stroll,

short sight and a lost pair of glasses,

the existence of a very large hole

And so passed the Spirit of Woodstock

Now truly a spirit indeed.

Self planted in a lovely fresh grave hole

a very intelligent seed