In the vast embrace of forgotten sweet whispers,
Shadows of the Brownie Batallion march in single file,
On a trail long lost to time's relentless snare.
They whisper in crumbs, in chocolate-laden echoes.
Have you seen them?
Only reflections know. Only mirrors speak.
In the dim light of stale reminiscence,
They tell tales of invisible victories.
Yet, they remain unsung, unseen, undiscovered.