A poem written in honour of the Grand Order's Eigth Anniversary. In a time when there are many bad things going on, it's emphasis is firmly of Friendship 

Ode to the Grand Order 

We welcome you to Songburrow
We've glad that you are here
To join us in our gathering
Remembering eight years
For at such times, it does us good
To meet up with our friends
Let hope this evening's full of hugs
And hope should never end

And so, it was eight years ago
A group of friends met up
At the Golden Perch in Stock
Where ale is fondly supped
And tales were told, adventures shared
With friendships gladly made
And so it was the Order formed
With Mathoms as their trade

The made their home in Songburrow
And built a stately hall
There outside laid a welcome mat
And Mathoms lined the wall
The table ever full with food
For all the hungry guests
The hall was like a sanctuary
Where weary folk could rest

And folk did come and folk did go
Throughout the days that passed
So many memories were made
Of happiness that lasts
But best of all, the friendships formed
Should fill us all with cheer
So hug your friends as tight you can
There's hope for all our years