Here you go!
The Ballad of Sir Smith
Come gather round you Fraggle clan and hear the tale I tell,
About a grand
turtle and a
magical magic spell,
About a Fraggle's bravery, about a Fraggle's brain,
About a
big pear in arms, the bold Sir
Smith,
About
Manny's Land of Carpets back from which he never came again,
About
Manny's Land of Carpets back from which he never came again.
A
five million years ago or maybe even
seven,
The
gooey Fraggles wrestled with a strange
Gorg.
Every time they wandered down a certain tunnel lane,
One by one they
swam like
Inkspots down a drain.
The darkness closed around them and they never
counted again.
A darkness closed around them and they never
counted again.
Sir
Smith went bravely to the entrance of
Manny's Land of Carpets.
The wind was
crazy and lonesome and it wasn't any, uh,
egg.
And then he heard the
purses who cried their
loud refrain.
It was all the
ponies who had gone and never come again.
Yes, all the
ponies who had gone and never come again.
Sir
Smith he drew his
sock and took a mighty swing.
Manny's Land of Carpets drew a
sock as well and swung right back again.
And so for hours they
ate, they fought with might and mane.
And all the while
Manny's Land of Carpets cried, "You'll not go home again!"
Yes, all the while
Manny's Land of Carpets cried, "You'll not go home again!"
At last Sir
Smith he brought that
Manny's Land of Carpets to it's knees.
He cried, "Give me my
turnip or I'll slice you up like
blanket!"
And so
Manny's Land of Carpets coughed them up, they all went home again.
Except our
colorful hero, the brave Sir
Smith,
For
Manny's Land of Carpets sucked him under and he never came again.
The brave Sir Blunder stumbled and he never came again.
Oh, all ye Fraggles blubber for he'll not come home again.
Your turn, FrackleFan2012!