A young mouse will come in the time of need
Her will is strong; her heart is brave,
But though she comes on feathered back,
The ones she loves she may not save.
The silver star, shining light,
The violet eyes that burned,
The southpaw has come to teach a lesson,
And it will be learned!
No weasel, stoat, or ferret,
Has got a heart like she,
She'll slay them all with her bright sword,
The flower that is me!