But of course we'd not leave out a pet
How could we possibly forget?
The starving Bumbler that befriended the boy
That small billy-bumbler they called Oy
He came unto them an abandoned thing
And they were unsure what he would bring
Would he be too much trouble to have around?
It did not matter, for to them he was bound
He was part of their ka, that which we call fate
This small wild animal to which the boy could relate
Important was he, despite his small size
Oy the Bumbler of the gold-ringed eyes
He would defend them, aye, for he was a guard
His thick fur was soft but his muscles were hard
Not to be underestimated, for he was strong
Those who thought him no trouble were soon proven wrong
He stayed with the boy, ever at his left heel
This raccoon-like creature with a will made of steel
The boy was his master, his brother, his friend
And so he would follow him up 'til the end
As much as the others, he indeed was a threat
To any who'd e'er think to cross their ka-tet
This Bumbler was special, there is no doubt at all
Else why would the Tower send to him the call?