Garth the magic pilot lived in a tree
And frolicked in the treehouse mist in a land called Warburtonlee
Little Andrew Fraggle loved that pilot Garth
And brought in tools and fixing tape and other tech-like stuff

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Oh, Garth the magic pilot lived in a tree
And frolicked in the treehouse mist in a land called Warburtonlee
Garth the magic pilot lived in a tree
And frolicked in the treehouse mist in a land called Warburtonlee

Together they would travel on a ship with billowed wings
Andrew kept a lookout perched on Garth’s gigantic things
Naughty kids and operatives would bow whenever they came
Enemy’s ships would lower their flags when Garth yelled out his name

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A pilot flies forever but not so little girls and boys
Inventing things and flying things make way for other toys
One gray night it happened Andrew Fraggle came no more
And Garth that pudgy pilot he never flew no more

His head was bent in sorrow goggles fell like rain
Garth no longer went to play along the treehouse lane
Without his lifelong friend Garth could not be brave
So Garth that pudgy pilot sadly slipped into his cave

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