The Hamster Slept

Time had passed, the hamster slept
Within the Barony of Wye
All had heard of Bubba
But few had seen him fly

He'd become a symbol
An inanimate thing
Some laughed, some scoffed, some rolled their eyes
But I just want to sing

To breathe the bardic breath of life
And wake him from his den
To the loose the golden hamster
Over Wyewood once again

And so we join our champion
A furry ball of sleep
Where, even in his slumber
Does his vigilancy keep

His ears flick at each miniscule
Vibration of the ground
Even just the slightest ones
We could not hear as sound

So Hamster lore and legend fade
Til none recall the tales
Of dragons, gods, and romance
And of fox and bulls and snails

But one day, mark my words!
You will be looking to the sky
To see what cast that shadow strange
In the Barony of Wye