Little Matthias, clumsy and young,
to a basket of nuts he did clung.
His sandle flip-flopped and flew off,
Matthias fell and let out a cough,
Fell at the feet of guess who,
the Abbot! Oh no! What could Matthias do?
He explained to the Abbot, " Tripped over my habbit!"
The Abbot smiled and said "That's allright"
Phew! Matthias had got an apology with no fight!
Out in the kitchen, they were preparing a feast!
For rabbits and Moles and every goodbeast.
Flasks of Strawberry Cordail, October Ale,
Ambrose Spike had high Morale!
Deeper 'n' ever pie too! All the cooks wiped their
forheads and let out a phew.
They table was set by Cornflower the mouse.
Who lived near the church in a little small house.
All the guests and beasts were then seated,
while the eggs were being beaten,
for the grand old Abbot cake!
Out came the cooks, a grand party of clowns,
while the magician juggled balls up and down.
Then, everyone clapped and let out a cheer!
Matthias was hauling a fish out there!
The Abbot came out and sat in his chair,
"Let's Eat!" shouted an impatient hare.
The abbot stood up, smiled and said
"Everyone lower your head."
The prayer then begun, everyone's silent,
"Fur and whisker, tooth and claw,
All who enter by our door.
Nuts and herbs, leaves and fruits,
Berries, tubers, plants and roots,
Silver fish whose life we take,
Only for a meal to make."
Then the food! Then the meals!
Wild leek soup with wild onion peels!
Deeper 'n' ever pie by the tons!
Grayling, beans, biscuits and buns!
Medowcream, and Elderberry wine!
"Try some of this!" "This is so fine!"
Everyone was happy, even the Abbot!
Moles, Squirrels, Mice, and Rabbits!
The feast was for life and for friends,
now I must say, the tale's come to it's end.
O me, an' o moi!
Poi! Poi! Poi!
I gurtly loveum'
Poi! Poi! Poi!
So good oi co' croi!
Poi! Poi! Poi!
Turnip, Tater, Beetroot hoi!
Poi! Poi! Poi!
Add some mint,
then some 'nilla,
put that cream so it's all the way filla!
Dandelion, Maple as well,
Yummy! Yummy! Smell that Smell!
Now when you eat it don't be greedy,
Here it comes! It's almost ready!
Tickle me, tickle you,
Cordial going down our throat!
Tickle me, tickle you,
In our secret Abbey-Pond boat!
Tickle me, tickle you,
Bubbly and so so sweet,
Tickle me, tickle you,
Add some cookies, with to eat!
Tickle me, tickle you,
Cordial tickles dibbun's throats,
Tickle me, tickle you,
In out secret Abbey-Pond boat!
I is a wittle mousey’, I camed frowm Mossyflower. My daddy’s name is
Maffias, an’ my mommy’s called Cwornfower. I am not a bad mousey’ oi do
what’s always good. (I wished I punched that squirrel in the face) Because
me mommy saz I should. I am a po-lite mousey’ and neva’ hurt a soul. (I
wish I had dunked the squirrel’s head into his oatmeal bowl!) I am a weally
nice mousey’ always cute and vewy sweet. (I have just thrown mud at the
squirrel, and I’m the one who’s neat!) I use my manners evewy-day, I’m
always cheery and bright. (I cut the hair off that squirrel’s tail only at
last night!) I do not make trobble, I neva’ eva’ fight. Hey Constance! Wet
go of my ear! You arwe hurtin’ it all wite?
I am Constance the badger, kind and strong and meek.
(That little mouse shall do the dishes for all the next seven weeks!)