Miniature Rocker!

There was a little fella
Born and raised upon that turf,
Inhabited by those folk
That we probably know as Smurfs.

Indeed he was a true Smurf,
Born and bred, right through and through,
But one day something happened
And I swear, this story’s true!

He was listening to the radio
When on came this brand new band,
They had drums, guitars and screaming girls,
Oh my, they sounded grand.

He felt a sudden desperate urge,
To take off his pure white hat,
And swap it for a mohawk,
Well, the Smurfs did not like that!

They told him he must stop this,
That a Smurf had to behave,
That mohawk’s weren’t for Smurf folk,
Nor were rock n’ roll n’ raves!

He picked his new guitar up
And he landed them a shocker,
When he walked out of the village,
Singing ‘I’m a Smurfy rocker.’