The Great Pretender
Great White Smurf
We called him 'Piet Pretender.'
The great crocodile bender.
He would ride with one on his fender...
Through Nylstroom singing... "Love me Tender!"
He had left the Force;
To plant strawberries and eat wors.
When he could not make ends meet;
We found him alongside the street;
Begging once again...to walk the beat!
He was a unique find;
One of a kind.
A great white hunter;
From below the Waterberg!
Copyright ©1998 Billy Cox
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