Poor Sachmo!

The Bongo Mouse Band were playing one day

When the rain came down in such a way

Poor Quiffy’s saxophone sounded flat.

When Bongo gave his drums a pat

It showered him with water and

The triangles slipped from the trios hands.

Keys looked up. ‘Well what do you know,’

As a duck swam round in his piano.

The poor little mice were all wet through.

It’s no wonder poor Sachmo got the flu.

‘Oh no,’ said the mice all terribly sad.

Poor Sachmo was really awfully bad.

He coughed and he sneezed, and sniffed his nose.

He was stiff right down from his head to his toes.

He took to his bed to get some rest,

While Bongo and Fiddlina did their best

To help their friend get well again.

They hoped it was soon. They didn’t know when.

The band stopped playing, remaining calm,

While Bongo took hold of Sachmo’s arm.

He tried to find a pulse but couldn’t,

Used his stethoscope. He probably shouldn’t,

To listen to his heart go boom ditty boom.

It made him think of his favourite tune.

As he listened he started to dance

Fiddlina gave him a worrying glance.

‘Stop that!’ she said. ‘We’re helping Sachmo’.

‘Sorry.’ Said Bongo. Then he thought, ‘I know.

How about some medicine. Nothing too strong.

‘I’ll get some, said Fiddlina, ‘won’t be long.’

He bathed his friend’s head and stood and waited.

Sachmo looked so poorly. How Bongo hated

To see his friend looking so ill.

‘I really hope the medicine will

Make him feel jolly and quite soon.

I wish I could cure him with a mad bongo tune.

Fiddlina returned, bottle in hand,

And watched over by the rest of the band

She carefully measured out a spoonful.

Poor Sachmo coughed, so very tuneful.

They stayed with their friend as late as they could

And hoped that by morning poor Sachmo would

Stop coughing and sneezing and soon be well.

Next morning Fiddlina gave a loud yell

Sachmo was awake and sitting right up.

‘Good morning Fiddlina. Any chance of a cup

Of tea and maybe some breakfast too?’

‘Yippee,’ She said. ‘You’re over the flu.’

The mice arrived and gathered around,

Still careful not to make a sound.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Sachmo, ‘If I scared you so

But I’m feeling so much better you know.’

The mice went away happy and left him to rest,

While Bongo and Fiddlina tried their best

To nurse their friend back to good health.

Now they both needed rest themself.

They gave Sachmo a hug and went on their way.

Tomorrow would be a new mousical day.

Meet the Bongo Mouse Band

You’ve never met Bongo Mouse,
But if he ever came to your house
You’d know he was there all night and day,
‘cos the bongos he just loves to play.
And if his bongos aren’t around
He’ll use anything he finds to make that sound.
He’ll tap his paws on the skirting board.
Tap a tune on the bathroom light cord.
He’ll tap the bath, run up the stairs,
But bongos are best: they come in pairs.
When Bongo went to the park one day
He heard a sound that made him say,

‘Who’s that singing? I hear a hum. 

It would sound better if it had a drum.’ 

He followed the sound and what did he see? 

There with his piano, was Keys Pawski. 

‘Hi,’ said Bongo. ‘I love that song. 

Mind if I sit and drum along?’ 

The two mice sat and played all day, 

Happily strumming and drumming away. 

When bedtime came they sadly parted, 

 Little did they know what they had started.

The next day Bongo went back to the spot.
Keys Pawski was there. ‘Hello,’ He said ‘What
Do you say to my friend playing too?
His name’s Quiffy Sax.’ ‘Pleased to meet you,’
Said the mouse, and he started to play.
Bongo listened to and decided to stay.
Keys played the piano and Bongo drummed,
Quiffy played sax and all three of them hummed.
By the end of the day they’d drawn quite a crowd.
Three mice playing music was awfully loud.
They went on their way, but promised they would
All meet the next day to see if they could
Get people to come and listen along
To them sitting, and playing, and singing a song.


                                                    

                                          When Bongo arrived at the park next day 
                                           He really didn’t know quite what to say.

The first thing he saw was a really big bow 

With a cute lady mouse, who was standing below. 

‘My names Fiddlina.’ Said the fluffy young mouse. 

‘My friend Quiffy Sax lives in the same house.

He told me you might let me play on my fiddle.’ 

‘Why not,’ Bongo said, and with a quick paradiddle
The four friends were off, all blowing and drumming, 

And fiddling and playing the piano and humming. 

They had a great time. It was really good fun. 

They enjoyed jamming along in the warmth of the sun. 

They were terribly sad at the end of the day, 

 As they all parted again and went on their way. 

 But inside they were happy because they all knew 

 That tomorrow they’d meet and play music then too.

Next day Bongo got to the park nice and early
And saw a new mouse, whose whiskers were curly.
‘Hello,’ shouted Paws, ‘I’d like you to meet
My very dear friend, Mr Sachmo Squeak.’

 Bongo looked at the mouse. ‘So what do you do?’
‘I play on the trumpet. Can I join in too?’
‘Of course,’ Bongo said. ‘You’re welcome to join us.’
And off went the mice with their playing harmonious.
By the end of the day the mice were worn out,
But they’d had so much fun there was really no doubt
They’d all meet again the following day.
As they said their farewells to go on their way
Young Quiffy piped up, ‘I like our sound the way we are,
But we really need a mouse playing guitar.’
‘I have a friend who can help us with that.
His name’s Twangy Doodles.’ Sachmo pulled on his hat.
‘I’ll bring him tomorrow.’ And off he went.
‘I’m sure you’ll all like him. He’s rather a gent’

The mice were excited to meet their new friend. 

They hoped he’d follow their musical trend. 

Sachmo was waiting for them the next day.

With a mouse wearing glasses who started to play. 

‘I’m Twangy,’ he said and carried on playing 

While the other young mice stood on the spot swaying. 

The friends had a ball, and the crowds came along 

And joined in with the music with a hum and a song. 

The friends parted happy later that night. 

The little mouse band was a funny old sight.

When bongo arrived at the park the next day

He was stunned to see even more mice in the way. 

‘Everyone please meet’, said little Fiddlina, 

‘My friends, Tich and Tupper and Tina.

‘Hello,’ they all said, and the older one, Tich, 

Started playing triangle, so perfect in pitch. 

The other two mice started banging as well.

And the other mice joined with a whoop and a yell. 

The crowds now knew the place they should go 

To hear the young mice and their impromptu show. 

Young Bongo on drums, and Quiffy and Keys, 

The other young players all followed with ease. 

Sachmo and Twangy and young Fiddlina, 

And the triangle trio: Tupper, Tich and Tina. 

The crowd loved the mice and cheered and danced 

And sang along to the music as they pranced. 

The mice had such fun and their music was snappy 

That all who heard them went away happy. 

 If you go to the park, the mice are still there. 

How can you find them? I hear you ask where? 

Just follow the sound of the piano and sax, 

And the trumpet and guitar, and no looking back. 

Listen for the, triangles, fiddle, guitar 

And you know that the mice won’t ever be far. 

If you got down to the park today, 

Be sure to visit your friends and say 

‘Come with me. I’ll give you a hand. 

You have to hear the Bongo Mouse Band’.