Smug the magic Panthers,
Lived in the west.
And frolicked in the winter air,
Playing big time Rugba Lig.
Little Pauly Kent loathed those rascal Smugs,
And hands he wrings, and squealing, waxed, over simple little hugs.
Smug the magic Panthers,
Lived in the west.
And frolicked in the winter air,
Playing big time Rugba Lig.
Forever Kent would unravel on his show, while riled he’d wail,
Smugs kept a cheering perched on Kikau; a gigantic male
Nable sang their praises, Kent moan’d whene'er Smugs came
Premierships, would sour...no, no flags, when Kent roared out the blame.
A season lasts forever, but not so little boys.
Painted wings and premiers’ rings, made way for other joys.
One gray night it happened, Poor Kenty groan’d some more
And Smugs, those mighty Panthers, they ceased their fearless roar.
Their head was bent in smugness, game fails fell like rain
Smugs no longer want to play along, they just weren’t the same.
Without Kent, that lifelong fiend, Smugs could not be brave
So Smugs those mighty Panthers, sadly slipped into the cave.
Smug the magic Panthers,
Lived in the west.
And frolicked in the winter air,
Playing big time Rugba Lig.