Bravery through acts,
Not through words.
An oil-filled pack,
To burn the enemies furred.
Muskilda was brave,
Muskilda was bold.
She went to her grave,
She fought not for gold.
She hated those cats,
Especially their stink.
She subbed in for Hats,
Against danger she did not shrink.
Our flank was exposed,
A room full of felines.
The door couldn't be closed,
In the cramped confines.
So she flung her pack in,
And braced her body.
The spears pierced her skin,
But their charge was shoddy.
The flames consumed them,
Muskilda and all.
I am sad, then again,
I will not bawl.
Musk saved our hides,
And burned her own.
So out we could stride,
And head off home.