Ode to a Mousethief (The Stoakly Files)

[Stoakly Centurio]

Village in the dark,
As the moon settles down,
Not even a single lark,
In the whole darn town.
Only one small mouse,
Creeping through the alley,
The most handsome mouse,
In the whol darn valley.

Mice envy him,
Mousemaids love him,
He's a god among mice,
Always willing to roll the dice.
The plexer has become clear,
He's the mousethief, one to fear!

[Stoakly Centurio]

The Ballad of a Hordesbeast

Marching through the grass,
Crunching soil beneath our boots,
Rain falling on our faces,
Sticking us to the roots.
We march and march and march and march,
All the way to the Terralux arch,
Fighting to maintain our strength,
Wishing to shorten the marching length.

We are the pawns of Burde,
No advisors to help us out,
For Burde is as stubborn as a mule,
Who simply wants to sit and pout.
We march and march and sign this song,
All day long, all day long.