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.