Roger Bewman - Papa Smurf

Papa Smurf she used to call him
and only this will make his heart open up and smile

Papa Smurf she used to say
for some peculiar reason
in a very cute way
her smile was his high season

Papa Smurf he was for her
she was his little beautiful smurf girl
together they gathered emotion mushrooms
and love flowers from the woods

Papa Smurf thought everything was possible
soon though he realised life's bitter thorn
will grab his heart and destroy
his dreams and spirit

Papa Smurf after that lost himself in the wild
with him he lost her too

Papa Smurf after that lost his smile in the wild
with his smile her smile was lost too

Papa Smurf Papa Smurf she used to call him
how much he misses that....

Roger Bewman

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