Lads and lasses lend an ear, 

for this tale of woe and fear, 

the mighty deeds of Helin Bold,

for your delight shall be told, 

Helin and Graves, two friends and true, 

made a snail it's day to rue.

nabbed the hen without compare,

and brought home jewels and treasure fair.

Rosewood town they made their hame, 

All the land now sang it's fame,

wise old Graves, him no rube,

beat the wicked jello cube,

with his pole he gave a slap

to screaming mushroom on his cap.

Holy Helin did his work

read the gospel to long dead smurf

tread them down with sainted shoe

returned them to the hue of blue

if my song did you delight

then spare a coin for me tonight.