Lumat

In the forests deep of Endor’s moon,

Where the trees reach up to kiss the stars,

Live little warriors, fierce and true,

With courage bigger than they are.

The Ewoks thrive beneath the leaves,

In huts of woven branch and vine,

Their songs are sung with joy and cheer,

Their hearts as stout as vintage wine.

With spears and stones, they bravely stand,

Against machines of fire and steel.

No lasers, blasters, armored might

Can shake their pride or break their will.

They dance by night, they hunt by day,

They fight for freedom, hearth, and clan,

And when dark forces march their way,

They join as one, each fur-clad hand.

Though small in size, they’re giants all,

With love for life that fuels the fight,

These Ewoks teach us loud and clear:

Strength can come in any height.

So here’s to Endor’s loyal band,

To Wicket and his fearless kin—

For peace they rise, for hope they stand,

In galaxies both far and in.