Meet nine little mice who
travel the land.
Collectively called The
Bongo Mouse Band.
There’s Bongo, Keys,
Tupper, Tich & Tina,
And Sachmo, Twangy,
Quiffy, Fiddlina.
They’re making their name
wherever they go
With their own impromptu
mousical show.
Monty Snuffles drove the
new bus.
He drove it with pride and
minimum fuss.
He stopped now and then to
wind up the key,
And the band all got off.
They wanted to see
All the sights as they
trundled along.
Then back on the bus with
a Bongoly song.
Their first trip out was a
very long way.
It took them almost the
entire day.
They travelled through
mountains, lots of grass,
Looked at lakes, and
watched cows go passed.
As it got dark Monty
looked for a place
Where they’d spend the
night. He slowed the pace
Of the Bongo bus, so the
mice could see
Where a nice place to
spend the night would be.
They came to a castle with
lakes and a wood.
‘This is nice.’ Said Bongo.
‘It might be good’
The mice all got off and
looked at the view.
They looked at the castle.
‘I wonder who
Lives here,’ Said Keys, and
knocked on the door.
Then gently pushed it with
a quizzical paw.
‘Hello!’ he shouted.
‘Anyone here?’
Then they heard a noise,
really quite queer.
‘Listen,’ said Sax. ‘What
on earth is that sound?’
And the mice all stopped
and listened around.
A dance tune was playing
but what had they heard?
They all stood and
listened, not saying a word.
They looked round the
room, and all that they saw
Ornaments and armour on a
plinth on the floor.
They all looked around at
the bits on display.
Some books and vases and
things on a tray.
The trio all went to look
at the armour.
Tina was worried in case
it might harm her.
She looked at it with a
worrisome stare.
‘I hope it’s not real,’ she
said and hid
Behind a very large bin
with a very large lid.
‘Don’t worry,’ said Tupper,
‘They’ll do you no harm,’
As he tapped at the armour
and off fell an arm.
Tich climbed up to get a
good look,
And poked at the armour
and undid a hook.
The helmet wobbled. ‘Be
Careful,’ he said
As the helmet fell off on
to poor Sachmo’s head.
Poor Sachmo was stunned
and stood terribly quiet.
‘Let’s pull it off.’ Said
Bongo. ‘Just try it.’
Keys grabbed the helmet
tight on both sides.
The harder he tugged, made
Sachmo cross eyed.
‘It’s no use.’ He said. ‘It’s stuck on there hard.’
‘I know.’ said Fiddlina. ‘We
need some lard.’
‘Where can we get some?’
Said Tich looking round.
Then they all stopped
short as they heard a sound.
‘Hello’ said a voice. ‘Do
you all need a hand?
I’m Hamish McToot and
this is my land’
‘So pleased to meet you’
said Quiffy, ‘Our friend
Is in trouble. Could we
ask you to lend
Us some lard to help can
get him free?’
‘Of course’ Said Hamish.
‘I’ll just go and see.’
Off went the mouse while
poor Sachmo sat.
Desperate to be rid of the
big metal hat.
‘Here you go,’ said
Hamish, and he handed around
Huge glops of lard which
they all spread around
The helmet and Sachmo and
gave a huge tug,
And out popped his head
and he sat on the rug.
‘Are you ok?’ Hamish
asked. ‘You look a bit dazed,’
As Sachmo sat, his eyes
slightly glazed.
‘He needs a lie down. Let’s
get him to bed
He’s had quite a shock
with that blow to the head.’
They went up the stairs,
down a long corridor
Until Hamish opened a huge
wooden door.
‘Bring him in here. The
bed’s made up new
And the window affords a
wonderful view’.
The mice tucked Sachmo in
nice and tight
And hoped that he’d have a
very good night.
They all went downstairs
with their new found friend,
To leave Sachmo alone to
sleep and to mend.
‘You’ll all have to stop
over tonight as well.
You’re all tired and
hungry. That I can tell’
Hamish showed them all
where to sleep,
And before long they were
all sleeping deep
And dreaming of tomorrow, adventures
anew
With Hamish McToots and
his wonderful view.
What will they do when
Sachmo is well?
Well only tomorrow and
time will tell.
