The Ballad of Mooser
Bin Alleycat.
Come! Gather kittens,
gather queens.
Here the tale of
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat (honoured be his name).
A Prince among felines,
a Duke amongst cats.
Truly the best of our
kind.
Hail! To
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat (oh
blessed are we to know him), rangy and strong,
A Lord of the city, a
cat without peer,
Who faced up to the
rat-king without tremble or fear.
His fur thick and
ginger, his ruff white as snow,
Well muscled and sire
to a hundred, or so.
Most beautiful,
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
The rat-king a fiend,
without honour, a beast
Killed kittens for fun
and preyed on our least.
“No longer!” Swore
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat (Oh protector of the humble).
“No longer,” he
cried!
“I shall rid the
world of this pest, even should I die.
No kitten shall scream,
no queen will cry.”
Oh bravest!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
Now, now kittens wide
eyed, fear not, hear my tale
Of Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
(the strength in our veins), our mightiest male.
Gather close I’ll
tell of a fight long and hard.
Of how
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat fought the tyrant, the rat.
And how should you
need, him, he will return, he’ll come back.
Let us Hail!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
The time it was set,
the challenge laid down,
“Come meet with me
Rat-king,
We’ll settle who
rules this town.”
And meet they did, in
an alley damp and dirty.
Sharp teeth and red
eyes, versus claws and our purity.
Defend us!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
No small talk, no
preamble, they set upon one another,
The rat king a dervish
of biting and terror,
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
danced into the fight,
His teeth sharp as
swords, his claws quick as light,
The beast of a rat, as
big as Mooser himself,
Powerful and strong, a
picture of health.
Defend yourself,
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
Up and down they
ranged, clawing and biting
The whole world shook
at the sound of their fighting,
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat,
for kittens and queens,
Him young and strong,
his claws sharp and mean,
The Rat-king realised
he had now met his match
Turned tail he and ran
and but The Mooser persued.
Avenge us!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
They ran through the
town, over roofs, across roads,
The Rat-king would turn
and issue out goads,
“Oh lowliest feline,
oh stupidest cat,
Try as you might, you
will not catch this rat!”
But catch him he did.
Most Cunning!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
In a back street he
cornered the cowering rat.
“Your time is upon
you,” cried Mooser, but at that.
More rats appeared,
first ten then twenty.
“Or your time upon
you,” said King rat (his people are plenty).
Poor, doomed
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
Do you cry, kittens,
shed tears poor queens?
Him surrounded by rats
you know what this means?
For who amongst, which
brave cat could stand?
Against rats by the
score, against treachery at hand?
We must pray for him,
this prince of a cat,
Betrayed and caught,
led into a trap.
What now of
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat? (May his memory live on always.)
Surely gone he is,
doomed and misled,
No honourable fight
this, one-on-one like they said,
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
(may pestilence come upon those who betrayed him)
Against odds without
number.
We are worthless!
Without Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
But wait! What is this?
What is leaving the alley?
His ears shredded, his
fur bloodied and dirty
But his head held High,
so noble and strong,
His body scarred, his
foes vanquished
May the gods bless us!
We were wrong!
Triumphant!
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat.
You may wonder, gentle
kittens, pretty queens,
What became of
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat (may he live long)
He is still there, he
still watches, keeps us safe, prowls the alleys.
Keep us safe
Mooser-Bin-Alleycat
(who is old now and
really, just a teller of stories.).
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