From one of the books in the 'Redwall' series
The young must grow old,
Whilst old ones grow older,
And cowards will shrink,
As the bold grow bolder.
Courage may blossom in quiet hearts,
For who can tell where bravery starts.
Truth is a song, oft lying unsung,
Some mother bird, protecting her young,
Those who lay down their lives for friends,
The echo rolls on it seldom ends.
Who never turned and ran, but stayed?
This is a warrior born not made!
Living in peace, aye many a season,
Calm in life and sound in reason,
'Til evil arrives, a wicked horde,
Driving the warrior to pick up his sword,
The challenger sings then straight and fair,
Justice is with us, beware. Beware!