Redwall Feast Song
Welcome to the feast,
There’s soup, and pudding, and bread,
Nothing will ever be the least,
In the abbey of red.
There’s cordial, wines, and ales,
You won’t leave underfed.
On the floor, thump your tails
In the abbey of red.
Watch that hare,
Or you won’t get fed.
This sort of food isn't rare,
In the abbey of red.
Come in the door,
The friar has led,
His helpers out for more,
In the abbey of red.
Eat what you like,
There’s more, don’t go to bed
Come, you on a hike,
In the abbey of red.
The otters sup some shrimp soup,
While with scones the dibbuns fled,
The moles, their pie they scoop,
In the abbey of red.
You will always be welcome,
Are you all fed,
Travelers are seldom.
In the abbey of red.
Redwall Abbey bids you good day,
Here’s some more, for while you tread.
Or would you like to stay?
In the abbey of red.
