The Ballad of the Mokrets

[Verse 1] In a quaint little village, where the rivers converge, Lived the Mokrets, mysterious and full of verve. Their law was peculiar, unlike any other, A blend of magic and wisdom, passed down from mother to mother. [Chorus] Oh, the Law of Mokrets, oh so strange, Written in moonbeams, forever to change. When the stars align and the owls take flight, The Mokrets gather, under the pale moonlight. [Verse 2] "Thou shalt not spill tea on Tuesdays," they'd decree, Or dance with a squirrel during afternoon tea. "Speak only in riddles when the sun kisses the sea, And wear mismatched socks for good luck," said Granny Bree. [Chorus] Oh, the Law of Mokrets, oh so strange, Written in moonbeams, forever to change. When the stars align and the owls take flight, The Mokrets gather, under the pale moonlight. [Bridge] They'd brew potions of laughter and whispers of dreams, And dance barefoot on dew-kissed meadows, it seems. Their hats adorned with feathers, secrets woven in thread, The Mokrets reveled in magic, their hearts full of dread. [Chorus] Oh, the Law of Mokrets, oh so strange, Written in moonbeams, forever to change. When the stars align and the owls take flight, The Mokrets gather, under the pale moonlight. [Verse 3] But one fateful night, a curious lad named Finn, Dared to question the Law, his patience wearing thin. "Why must we wear mismatched socks?" he asked the wise Sage, "Because," she replied, "it keeps the dragons at bay." [Chorus] Oh, the Law of Mokrets, oh so strange, Written in moonbeams, forever to change. When the stars align and the owls take flight, The Mokrets gather, under the pale moonlight. [Outro] And so, dear friends, let us honor the Mokrets' decree, For magic lies in the ordinary, if only we see. Raise your mismatched cups, toast to whimsy and glee, And may the Law of Mokrets forever set us free.