Tuesday 18 December 2012

Merry Christmouse!



The mice were excited, t’was Christmouse Eve.

They put up the tree with a great mousey heave.

They put on the tinsel, the lights and the star.

Was the best looking Christmouse tree by far.




They all hung their stockings up over the fire

And one by one they began to tire.
Fiddlina and Tina had made the mince pies.

While Quiffy was checking the turkey’s size

To check it went in to the oven okay,

And Bongo was tidying their mess away.




Tich and Tupper were cutting up string

To tie up the paper the gifts were wrapped in.

Sachmo got pies and some ginger beer

For Santa Paws and all his mousedeer.

The heating was being checked by Keys

To make sure it was warm, and they wouldn’t freeze.

Twangy Doodles was in the snow

To make sure the Mice were able to go

Out in to the snow the next day to play.

Snowballs all round for Christmas day.



One by one they went off to bed.

‘It’s certainly been a long day,’ Sachmo said.

But he just couldn’t get himself off to sleep,

So down the stairs he decided to creep.

He looked out the window and what did he see?

He had to stop from shouting with glee.

High in the sky and well on their way

The mousedeer were pulling Santa’s sleigh.





Sachmo watched from behind the chair,

As the mousedeer manoeuvred the sleigh with care.

Then he heard Santa mutter an ‘oooof’

As the sleigh landed gently on the roof.

He watched very carefully, making sure,

He could not be seen, not even a paw.

He heard an odd noise, and then it stopped.

Then on to the hearth a huge sack popped.

No sign of Santa? Where could he be?

Oh heavens he was stuck inside the chimney!

Sachmo waited, not sure what to do.

Santa would surely go away if he knew

That someone was awake and watching inside.

Did he go and help or did he just hide.

Then all of a sudden he saw Santa’s boot

Land in the hearth all covered in soot.

Santa was stuck. All Sachmo saw was a paw.

Then all of a sudden he fell on the floor.



Poor Santa was covered from head to toe

In soot. He stood and let out a fearful blow,

And shook himself off until Sachmo could see

His suit and his hat and with its bobble furry. 

He brushed himself off and looked all around.

Then on tiptoe, so not to make a sound

He took all the stockings down one by one,

And filled them with presents, with lots of fun.

When he’d finished he saw the small plate,

Drank the ginger beer and then ate

All of the mince pies. Every last one!

No wonder Santa Paws had a large tum.

Then Sachmo blinked twice as he saw a rope fall

Down the chimney, and watched Santa haul

Himself back up and out onto the roof.

He ran to the window and just saw a hoof

Push them back off and they were away

To leave presents for someone else’s big day.



He sat in the chair and before he knew

He was fast asleep and snoring too.



‘Wake up everyone,’ said Bongo next day.

Santa Paws has been. Let’s go and play.’

Off they all ran, eager to see,

What the goodies inside their stockings would be.



Fiddlina got down her stocking first.

And as she opened it out of it burst

A huge, new bow in bright, shiny red.

She put it proudly on her head.



Tich, Tupper and Tina could wait no more

And tipped their stockings on to the floor.

Out it all fell with a terrible bang.

3 shiny new sticks to make triangles clang.  



‘Me next,’ said Keys as he very carefully

Felt inside his stocking to see.

Out of its wrapping some gloves he pulled

To keep his paws warm when the piano was cold.



Said Bongo ‘My stocking feels awfully full.’

And then he unwrapped a nice wooden stool.

‘I don’t need to sit on the floor anymore

To play my bongos. It got quite sore.’



Sachmo then pulled his gift off the hearth

And opened up a nice, stripy scarf.

‘I say,’ he said, ‘Now how about that.

It goes perfectly with my nice stripy hat.’





Twangy Doodles was next to go

And he unpacked a great big bow:

A  tie with coloured squares and dots.

He tied it swiftly in a knot.


Quiffy went last and was eager to see

Just what his gift from Santa would be.

He pulled out a comb with its own metal case.

Just right for keeping his hair in place.





They put all their gifts under the tree

To make sure each of them got to see

The lovely presents Santa Paws brought.

Then as it was Christmas they thought they ought

To sing some carols, Good King Wencemouse,

And soon their music filled up the house.

Happy Christmouse to all from the Bongo Mouse Band.

May you have as much fun as in Bongo Mouse land. 


Saturday 17 November 2012

A message from Scriffy Scribe



Scriffy scribe was working hard
Printing and filing lots of card.



He’d had a special mouse request
And was really trying to do his best.
He worked hard, right through the night
To make sure Bongo had copyright.
The band were excited by the news
And he worked to make sure they didn’t lose
Any time in getting their certificate.
It was packed to make sure it didn’t get wet.



The Bongo  Mouse Band were now copyrighted,
So now whenever they are  sighted
No one can copy what they do.
No matter what, no matter who
If you want to copy anything here
First ask Bongo and the mice – is that clear?


Thursday 8 November 2012

The Bongo Bus



Monty Snuffles was working hard
In his own little clockwork  building yard.
He expected the mice to arrive very soon.
He looked at the clock. It was almost noon.
He went to the yard, to the cause of the fuss:
A bright, shiny, mousical, clockwork bus!

He polished the windows, made the horn toot.
He kicked at the wheels with the back of his foot.
He picked up a pipe and attached it to
The exhaust at the back, and in it he blew.
His cheeks puffed out, his face turned red.
T’was a funny old sight, it has to be said.
When the mice arrived, just what had they found?
The bus was making a very odd sound.
They stopped at the gate, not sure what to do.
Just what was that noise they were listening to?
The noise stopped, and up popped Monty.
‘Hello gang!’ he shouted ‘I know you won’t be
Having any problems with the bus today.
I’ll fetch the key. We can be on our way.
I’ve just been checking her airways are clear.
If anything’s blocked I can usually hear.’




The mice all jumped inside the bus.
‘We can tour anywhere now. Look at us.’
The triangle trio all headed up top.
While Fiddlina jumped in with a delicate hop.
Monty returned looking terribly worried,
And round and round the bus he scurried.
‘Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh where can it be?
‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I can’t find the key.’
The mice hurried off and helped look about.
They turned the bus almost inside out.
Then they saw Sachmo was still inside.
‘Come help,’ they said, ‘We can’t go for a ride
Until someone finds the bus clockwork key.
‘Well,’ said Sachmo, ‘Look no further than me.’
He hopped off the bus and took off his hat,
Took out the key and gave it a pat.
‘I saw the key was stuck in the door.
I didn’t want it falling on to the floor
So I picked it up so as not to lose it’
‘Oh silly old Sachmo. Monty needs to use it.’
He gave it to Monty so the wheel could be wound.
 ‘This is a great bus to get us around,’





The mice all hurried back inside.
Eager to start on their very first ride.

Monty put the key into the wheel
And turned and turned until he could feel
The clockwork was wound and ready to go.
He jumped in the drivers seat, put down his toe
And off went the mice on their very first ride,
Looking out the window with mousical pride.

‘Where shall we travel to first?’ asked Bongo.
‘I wonder if the bus will reach the Congo.’
‘Let’s go north,’ said Sachmo Squeak.
And the bus trundled on with a groan and a creak.