Laird Raph
Raph the Chamberlain of the Clans,
Once human but turned very furry.
At muster he'd go chasing mice,
But stroke or scratch and he’d turn purr-ry.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
Was furrier than most.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
His tail so long to boast.
Collecting tartans as he went,
He brought Caledonia closer.
He'd hunt and eat, tail hanging free,
His breath showed that he was a mouser.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
He kept himself well groomed.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
The pussies they all swooned.
The Mages saw the deeds he did,
And ritualled him before promotion.
He worked for peace between the lands,
'Til murdered for his strong devotion.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
With choccies in his pouch.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
Curled up on Queenies’ couch.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
He joined the Ministry.
Laird Ra-aph, Laird Ra-aph,
The kittens he set free!
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(OC Author - Paul Martin)