Chapter 4
There was a soft breeze outside Redwall, the Dibbuns were just starting to a perform.
Hunggo stood up and said, "Thee soing Oi'm goanna swoing is colled 'Wedwall'"
"Wuddlandds an' twees,
Liston to 'ee bweeze,
Heaw 'ee bees 'um,
In 'ee ol' Automn,
Wedwall is neaw,
An' if'n ye heaw,
'Ee sound o' 'ee bell,
Et's gudd ol' Wedwall!"
Alko and the Dibbuns applauded.
"That was weally fun!" said one Dibbun.
"Meah wan hear 'nother sawng!" said another.
"Okay, who's next?" Alko asked.
Two hands shot up together.
"Gidds and me wanna sing a song!" Trickle said excitedly.
"Yea, weah wanna swing the song by us'ns!" Gidds said.
Alko smiled again "Okay, but are you talking about the one that you always tell Sister Kenda to sing?"
"No, this is the one I made up and Gidds helped me wiht."
Gidds stood up, "Meah made it up, and you helped!"
"I did too make it!"
"Ded not!"
"Stop, just sing the song." Alko said swiftly.
Both Dibbuns stood up, looking proud.
"Dis is our swong!" They both chimmed together.
"Wintwer's coming,
Snow wilbe falling,
Spring will awise,
On the last sunwise,
O' winter, sweet winter,
When you can play in de snow,
And you have to stow,
All your food, the autumn bewore,
When nobeast is pore.
Then comes sping,
When you can swing on a swing,
You cen also sing,
When goodbeasts bwing,
The food for supper, yummy suppppper,
There'll be lots o' feasts,
For all o' the good beasts,
In Redwall habbey,
The place ware I'm happy!
Then summer will come,
Then there'll be some,
More meals in a day,
And even more twime to play,
Oh, the life of a Dibbun is great,
Except for bedtime,
And bathtime,
But playtime,
Is the best time!
Then there's autumn,
On the bottom,
Of our list,
We can't resist,
Being a Dibbun,
You can sing like we awe singing,
Until you can't continue breathing,
Then take a short breath, -
An' then sing to dweathhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
An' - dat's - our - sooong!!!"
When Gidds and Trickle were done singing they started breathing heavily.
"Whoa, meah almost died fwom singin' to death!" Gidds said.
"Help me! I feel like I've a been cwying for hours, I can't bweath!" Trickle said as fast as he could.
"Alko picked them up. "You just sit still and breathe, don't say anything 'til your better. Frino, go get Brother Jewed, he's good with these kinds of things.
After Brother Jewed came the two Dibbuns were just fine and sleeping. The rest of the Dibbuns continued reciting.
"I want to recite next, pleasssssssssse???" Brinkel said.
Alko patted Brinkel's head. "Sure, young master Brinkel."
Brinkel stood and recited.
"In the Autumn of Silver,
And when danger is everywhere,
The dog will come forth from a river,
And won't go just anywhere,
To the building of peace,
From the son of pain,
So he can find and Surcease,
The ought to will regain,
His tribe will not see the grave,
The bravery teacher,
Will willingly save,
Any living creature."
Brinkel smiled broadly as Alko and the other young creatures applauded.
"Very good Brinkel. Does anyone else want to say something?"
One of the Dibbuns stepped forward.
"Oh yes sir! I've a widdle us'ns Dibbuns made up. I'll wecite and you fwigure it out!"
"Don't you know what's the cutest thing,
I'm the cutest thing of couwse,
But what am I called,
Bring me the answer and I might give you a tweat,
Under my habbit, inside a pocket, I've hidden a candy chestnut,
Now what am I called?"
"First of all, do you really have a candied chestnut in your pocket?"
"No sir." The Dibbun said calmly.
Alko smiled, "Good. And that riddle, 'tis easy. Dibbun."
The Dibbun's face was in shock. "How'd you know Mr. Alko?"
"The first letter of each line spells out Dibbun. I remember reciting that to my elders."
Suddenly Sister Kenda came in.
"Well what's going on in here?" she asked.
"Oh, just reciting poems and such." Alko said. Secretly giving all the Dibbuns candied chestnuts for the poems, riddles, and songs.