In some pixel forest,
On some pixel sim somewhere,
Was a tiny little blue man,
And all he did was hang out there.

Some said he looked just like a Smurf,
But what was rather strange,
Was the fact he did not act like one.
Some thought he was deranged!

He hung around that forest,
Dressed in black from toe to head,
He’d say odd things to people
But much worse than what he said…

Was the way he’d wait any girls,
Princesses or cleaners,
Then he’d pull his pixel coat aside
And show them all his weener!!!

Once upon a pixel time,
In outer pixel space,
Was the smallest little alien,
With the cutest smiley face.

With big green ears and cheesy grin,
And mini hands and feet,
He was the shortest little alien
That you would ever meet.

All the other aliens,
Were gobsmacked at this sight,
Was he really one of them
With such a lack of height?

One day one of them said to him,
‘Please listen and be true,
How is it you’re so small?
What sort of thing are you?’

‘I really am an alien,’
The little guy replied,
‘But I do have a confession,’
And he looked ahead and sighed.

‘My Mother was an Alien,’
Born upon this very turf.
But, the truth is, I’m the love child,
Of the famous Papa Smurf.’