"Meanwhile... back at the abbey" "Young Toby Bones learned that even the smallest among us can make a difference." [Verse 1] They came like whispers through the walls— A thieving tide with twitching paws. They gnawed the sacks and split the seams, And mingled turds amongst the beans. [Verse 2] Toby Bones rose late that night, His skull aglow with candlelight. No bladder urged—just phantom need— And then he heard the scurrying speed. [Chorus] Oh sing of Toby, brave and small, With nothing but his bones and gall! They speak of kings and knights long dead— But none bore ladle quite as dread. He storms the dark on bony toes— Behold the wrath of Toby Bones! [Verse 3] He spied the swarm in pantry gloom, A whiskered horde in midnight bloom. He charged! They scattered left and right— A skeleton child's unholy might. [Chorus] Oh sing of Toby, brave and small, With nothing but his bones and gall! The minstrels know what legends cradle— The clacking child, with wrathful ladle. He storms the dark on bony toes— Behold the wrath of Toby Bones! [Bridge] He smashed their ranks like brittle twigs, He flipped them over flour rigs. Their champion came—a beast of size— A mouse with fire in its eyes. They clashed! A squeak, a final blow— And Toby stood, sockets aglow. [Final Chorus] So raise your voice in joyful tones— All praise the child of ribs and bones! The midnight knight who guards our bread, Who keeps the pantry safe from dread. With ladle high and heart of flame— Let all remember Toby’s name! "No mouse or rat or shrew can stand against him..."
