Mossflower (Redwall, #2)

by Brian Jacques

Pickalock pickalock, you’ll regret the day, When you took a mousethief and locked him away. Sillycat, look at that, it’s two for one, The thief and the warrior By dawn will be gone.

I’m a mouse with a very long tail, With a heart and voice to match. I’ve escaped from the pussycats gaol. They’ll find me hard to catch. So, away, through the grass, the flow’rs and leaves, Like smoke on the breeze, the Prince of Thieves. Let’s cheer for the day when we will see The Mossflower country safe and free.

“Thought? Who gave you permission to think?

A weasel, ferret and a stoat, Found a pond but had no boat. Now they can’t see the waters from The inside of a swan.

I mustn’t drink the water, And there may be nought to eat. Those gulls may see a mousethief As just a tasty treat. I step out bravely on the quest, Across this funny land, And when I disappear they’ll say, ‘He’s found the sinking sand.’