The Fool of Rockwall

If I were a fool of any sort, 
I’d leave Redwall and travel forth, 
For only fools seek Terramort 
On the pathway leading north. 
This trail brings death with every pace; 
Beware the dangers lurking there, 
Sticklegs of the feathered race 
And fins that in the ford do not stir. 
After the ford, on night one day, 
Seek out the otter and his wife. 
Forsake the path, go westlands way, 
Find the trail and lose your life. 
When in the woods this promise keep, 
With senses sharp and open eyes, 
‘My nose shall not send me to sleep’ 
For buried ones will surely rise. 
Beat the hollow oak and shout, 
‘We are creatures of Redwall!’ 
If a brave one is about, 
He’ll save any fool at all. 
Beware the light that shows the way, 
Trust not the wart-skinned toad, 
In his realm no night no day. 
Fool, stay on the road. 
Where the sea meets the shore, 
There the final clue is hid; 
Rock stands sentinel evermore, 
Find it as I did. 
The swallow who cannot fly south, 
The bird that only flies one way, 
Lies deep beneath the monster’s mouth, 
Keep him with you night and day. 
His flight is straight, norwest is true, 
Your fool’s desire he’ll show to you.”