Bop the Brixton Pixie

Lithe, limber and frisky is Bop
He pranced where his elders daren't even glance
Whisked up in 'human', the forbidden fruit!
Bop dreamt of Bohemia and wanted freedom of choice

Our pixie is sweet
Fascination his best liqueur
Brewed by Brixton streets
His guiltless heart forgotten

Faint willed he is not, our Bop
Sought out through purpose, a souls pa
Headaches begun, our little hero just wants a day away!
Dreams are hard work, our Bop has grown up

Our pixie is jaded
and tantalised not
Guerrilla warfar with paint
Expression is his sword.

Rambling amongst our streets, Bop rules
Quiet, on a whisper and lifting our dreams
The guide in a smile from a child, lifting a furrowed brow
Innocence has, again, chosen our friend Bop

Our pixie has wisdom
Once he rebelled
Life doesn't come easy
Unless you mix in a smile.