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Date Posted: 19:45:15 05/13/07 Sun
Name: Stoakly Centurio
Dorm: DD
Very few dibbuns know,
The real way to go.
Most say 'hey,'
Lets go play!'
When really they should think,
Of their elders who have to bathe their stink.
Very few dibbuns know,
How to tell a sparra from a crow.
Thats a terrible thing,
For sparras are smaller and crows do not sing.
Why is it that all dibbuns ask,
For a cup and not a flask?
They want a drink but only a small one,
And they spill on the Abbess just to have fun.
Why is that,
With every dibbun squirrel, mouse and wildcat,
That hard work is hard to find from a Redwall brat?
But then the question is answered like so:
Do not tell a dibbun what to do, doncha know?
For they're against bedtime and baths,
And you should be too!
Poem 2:
Who sold his sword?
The squirrel mercenary
The who?!
The squirrel mercenary
*clapclapclap*
There once was squirrel,
Some y'all know,
He sold his sword,
To get some dough.
He was a warrior,
Without a doubt,
He lived through seasons,
And seasons of droubt.
What was his name?
The Rakster!
The what the what?
The Rakster!
Rakkety Tam was tough,
As tough as can be,
And all he wanted to do,
Was kill Gulo and be free.
He was just another squirrel,
Trying to make it through,
And he had his best friend,
Named Mr. Doo
Doogy Plum was a northlander,
With a strange ole accent,
He was a crazy squirrel,
With a squirrel descent!
Who sold his sword!
Raaaaaakeeeety TAM!
Poem 3:
Its the Summer of Broken Dreams,
Well thats atleast how it seems,
When you died and didn't know what to say,
I had no idea, no idea, you were going away!
Why is my journey done?
Why is my life no fun?
Why does everybeast die?
How come all I do is cry?
Forget my soul,
Tear a hole,
Strip me down,
Take off my gown,
I'm no more than a slave,
But I will break free and these people I will save!
Why is my journey done?
Why is my life no fun?
Why does everybeast die?
How come all I do is cry?
(Chorus, fast beat)
Why am I feeling so wrong?
Why is my life taking so long?
But even when I want to die,
I know my pain is just a lie!
I will no longer be a slave,
I will hunger and I will crave,
For the freedom I onced had,
And now I'm no longer sad!
I'm free at Redwall and here to stay!
And before you leave I've got to say,
Even if you have your worst day,
Believe in freedom and believe its okay!
Poem 4:
Forget the past
Leave your sorrow,
Find a better life,
Don't wait for tomorrow.
Its not over yet,
So do not fret,
Don't throw it away,
Don't go astray.
Follow the path you were set on,
And though you think your life is done,
And you think your attempts have been caught...
Your life is not.
Its not over.
Go to Redwall.
Enjoy the peace,
Wrap up in warm blankets,
From flocks of fleece.
You're okay,
Its okay,
Change today,
Forget the sorrow,
Don't wait to tomorrow...
Poem 5:
A corsair from the north,
Captain of a ship,
Had a wreck,
And took a dip.
The ocean was cold,
He was not so bold.
It left him senseless,
It was not okay.
But he simply let go,
He simply didn't sweat,
On the brink of death,
He didn't fret!
The ferret poked his head up from the surface,
And shouted out his voice,
For death with no respect or death with dignity,
Was his choice.
"Go back to Mossflower!"
His shipmates could not hear him so he had to yell,
And right before that awful time,
When he went to the Gates of Hell...
He let go!
His life he had to throw,
A death of nobility he wished for,
And he went to Hellgates and opened the door.
The corsair ferret drowned,
Into the bleak blue sea,
But though Hellgates took him,
He knew his soul was free...
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