She hugged her son and said goodbye
As he walked off she started to cry
Now two of her children, gone in one day.
One captured by slavers, one to the warrior's way.
As her son disappeared o'er the shadowy rise
She lifted her head and looked toward the skies
And remembered how, a few hours ago- peace!
But then came a band of vermin-type beasts
They'd taken her daughter and one or two more
Perhaps to the north, perhaps to the shore
As dawn broke that day, chaos descended
They looked in despair, their world was upended
A small group of warriors took Martin's sword
A dagger, some slingshots and slingstones galore
And then while the abbey was still wreathed in shock
They found the vermin trail and away they walked
When sunset arrived they were slowly adjusting
In their friends warrior spirit's were trusting
But the one little mouse whose world had been shattered
Sat on the ramparts, her poor heart was battered
She pledged everyday to keep watch o'er the gate
From sunrise to sunset from dawn until late
And so she did, but it was in vain
For after a week her heart was the same-
Her son was still gone, her daughter still missing
But still she sat, watching and listening
The season came and the season passed
The days came short and the nights came fast
The little band had not returned
But the Abbeydwellers had longsince learned
Life goes on and you can always hope
But all the mouse did was mope
Until one day, at the start of spring
What happened then was a marvelous thing
Over the hill and across the rise
Came a joyous sight for the mouse's sore eyes
A warrior's welcome was prepared
For the now big band with the sword bared
The little mouse was now whole-hearted
For the son and daughter with whom she'd parted
Had now come home