It all came together at Telegraph and Bancroft
Swami used to hold forth there
Doing his rant
One vendor sold freshly squozen OJ
Though he had a law degree
That’s the way it was in 1970

The entrance is still the same to UCB
New arrivals come each day
Where they will work and learn and play
And maybe fall in love, as I once did
Now long ago and far away

I made friends, I grew up, I miss those days
Filled with wonder and amazement
That set my life ablaze