Seasons turn, friends are made, and lost along the way, but Redwall stands to this very day. -A rhyme that all abbeybeasts are taught as dibbuns
the wind blows softly
dibbuns play under the trees
fish swim in the pond
abbey doors open
abbot cries out "a feast"
eveyone runs in
They sit down and eat
Grayling from the abbey pound
And Scones aplenty
- a haiku
Short, sweet and gets to the point! Kind of like waiting for grace to be said before diving in to a feast - well done, Nadaz!