Disclaimer: As you can guess, I wouldn't take any credit for the four signs which make up the content of this poem, just the arrangement of the words.

Repeat them day and night, He said.

Don't ever forget those little lines.

When I wake and when I'm off to bed,

Remember, I must, the four great signs.

Scrubb must greet a friend of time past.

This friend he'll meet when Cair is seen.

If this he does, Aslan's blessing will last,

Good fortune is that which I truly mean.

Traveling north is next for us three,

To an ancient city our journey leads.

Hopefully the Giants will we not see,

Or the Lion's help we may surely need.

Writing on a rock? Who ever heard!

Yet in our travels, this we will find.

Follow it, we must, word for word,

Imagine it, I can, in the corner of my mind.

How lonely to never hear Aslan's name,

At the sound of it, in the knees we become weak.

But when we do, we will never be the same,

For its speaker will be the Prince whom we seek.

Repeat them day and night, He said.

Don't ever forget those little lines.

When I wake and when I'm off to bed,

Remember, I must, the four great signs.

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