Pufnstuf

Once on a magic summers' day, When everyone was out to play A boy and his magic golden flute heard a voice from off the bay "Come and play with me, Jimmy, come and play with me, And I will take you on a trip far across the sea-ee-ee." But the boat belonged to a kooky old witch who had in mind the flute to snitch, From her vroom-broom in the sky she watched her plans materialize. She waved her wand The beautiful boat was gone, The sky grew dark, The sea grew rough, And the boat sailed on and on and on and on. But Pufnstuf was watching too and knew exactly what to do He saw the witch's boat attack and as the boy was fighting back He called his Rescue-Ranger crew as often they'd rehearsed And off to save the boy they flew but who would get there first? But now the boy had washed ashore Puf arrived to save the day Which made the witch so mad and sore She shook her fist and screamed awaaaaaaaaaay! H. R. Pufnstuf, Who's your friend when things get rough H. R. Pufnstuf, If you can't do a little, Then you can't do enough.