The Unknown Rebel's Words--Star Wars saga

I was there when Qui-Gon faced Darth Maul,　　

And on that bizarre trip to Kamino.　

Historians might call it the Clone War,　

Insignificant though, I was one of the lot.

I never learned to use the Force,　

Though to the last man I have always fought.　

Envious of Anakin I was of course,　

But then he turned to evil and I did not.　

I was there to watch Kenobi fall,　

Down the paths at mountain’s top.　

I heard under the Order Yoda was also caught,　

But the Clones were no match for his sort.　

Obi-Wan skipped death as I recall,　

A dual he took on and left his learner on the shore.　

The remaining Jedi’s plan was just on course,　

Separated, the twins were hidden from the Force.　

Leia was taken to Alderaan’s court,　　

Later Princess she would be called.　

But Outer Rim would be my next stop,　

To root the boy deep in deserts as per my job.　　

To kill the time I wandered around Mos Eisley port,　

Drink and forget about the wound that hurts at nightfall.　　

The cantina band was always unmoved by what they saw,　　

And nobody suspected if Han had that first shot.　　　

Being the Only Hope R2’s hologram was restored,　

Young Luke and Old Ben were soon banging Death Star’s doors.　

However strange, the Master of Evil had Obi-Wan once taught,　　

Completing the cycle and he gave Luke the time they sought.　　

Rescue the princess and that’d be all,　

Reunion was sweet but no time for reward.　　

The Red Squadron had to take the impossible job,　　

To blow the baddies up through a tiny dot.　

The Falcon was right on the spot,　　

When Luke kicked Tarkin’s ass with a single shot.　　

Chewie roared for his unrewarded part of the jigsaw,　　

Friendship and love was what Han has never dreamt before.　　　　

I wouldn’t bet who takes the Princess out for a walk,　　

Well, maybe keeping Vader’s secret was equally pretty dull.　　

Being a Rebel nobody, you might consider my life poor,　　

But I’ve seen the times, and the ruthless Emperor would fall.　　

They can make another Death Star and raise the death toll,

Strike back they might, but our morale is high as never before. 　

Scruffy-looking, nerfherding, Rebel scum, by which you may call,　

Yet by the end of this darkness, Jedi will rock.