On a Christmouse night

The mice were rushing. Getting ready.

Tuning instruments, nice and steady.

Wrapping up warm against the cold.

Young mice doing what they're told.

An important night for every mouse,

Singing carols from house to house.

They'd all worked hard  and practiced long

To learn the words to every song.

Tuffy Plonker had come to stay.

He was stopping until New years day,

And Walter was glad he'd come to stop.

Straight in his xylophone with one big hop.

He was proudly wearing his nice new hat,

That Tina had knitted. He was proud of that.

She'd made a matching scarf for him too.

He was warm as toast. No chance of flu.

Keys was wearing a squashed piano?

'What on earth is that?' Tupper wanted to know.

'It's called an accordion. it's easy to hold.

Just right for playing tunes in the cold.'

'Everyone ready?  Come on let's go.'

Then off they went through the winter snow.

They came to a house and knocked on the door.

'All together on the count of four.'

"Good King Mouselas looked out

On the Feast of Cheesen.

Where the cheese lay round about.

Cheddar, brie and edam."

A mouse family came and stood at the door.

'Hurray.' They asked. 'Can we have one more?'

'Just one,' said the mice. 'We've a lot to do.

Everyone now on the count of two.'

The mice sang out, hearty and strong

Just one more though, they couldn't stop long.

'Merry Christmouse!' they cried to the mice at the door

'And the same to you!'  and they waved a paw.

The mice walked through snow, crisp and clear,

Excited when the next house drew near

'Ready Mice? Sing nice and loud.'

As out of the house came a little crowd.

The mice sang out, strong and hearty

Ready to please the little party.

"Ding Dong mousily on High.

In mouseland mice are singing.

Ding dong Santa Paws is nigh

His presents he is bringing."

'Wonderful!' clapped the mice all around.

'You really made a Christmousey sound.'

They fetched mince pies and cups of punch,

And cake as well for the mice to munch.

'How awfully kind, and Happy Christmouse.'

'We'd better get going to the next house.'

And off they went, Bongo holding a light,

Through the snow on a winter's night.

Walter nice and snug inside.

Enjoying his portable  xylophone ride. 

They saw a light shine up ahead.

'There's the next house,' Fiddlina said.

They all tuned up and checked their score.

'Nice and loud mice. Just one more.'

"Silent Mouse, Holy mouse.

Sleeping calm. In the house.

Dreams of cheese and ice cream  and ham,

Sandwiches and cake and jam.

Merry Christmouse is here.

Merry Christmouse is here."

An elderly couple stood at the door

'Bravo!' they clapped. 'More! More!'

The mice tuned up and sang out loud.

They really did feel awfully proud.

'A lovely surprise,' the old lady said.

'And before you go you'll need to be fed.'

She went inside, then came back out,

And  mugs of soup she handed out.

The mice stood and drank in the snow

Walter danced along Fiddlina's bow.

Young Walter though had looked inside.

While the xylophone was a comfie ride,

In the house, what did he see?

A nice big sparkly Christmas tree.

His eyes lit up and out he hopped,

And straight in the Christmas tree he popped.

'Come back here!' poor Tuffy yelled.

 Walter liked how the Christmas tree smelled.

He found a hole and went inside.

'Oh Walter no!' the mice all cried.

The lady said 'Oh don't despair.

There's a way to get him out of there.'

She went to the kitchen and soon came back,

And wafted something towards the crack.

'A hot mince pie smells so good,

Much better than the sparkly wood.'

Walter popped his head right out.

'There he is!' Tuffy gave a shout.

The lady dropped the pie in a box.

'A worm's not difficult to out fox.'

Out of the tree and straight inside,

He ate his own mince pie with pride.

'Come on young mice, time for bed.'

'We really enjoyed it,' the old couple said.

The mice walked home, happy and bright,

Enjoying the peace of the calm, Christmas night

They all walked and looked up at the sky,

Wondering if Santa Paws was up high.

They all thought they'd been good this year,

So they hung their stockings with a hearty cheer.

Walter had one stuck on his drum,

He was hoping for goodies to fill up his tum.  

They all went to bed, and straight to sleep.

Dreaming of stockings, filled so deep.

The mice wish each and every house

A very happy, jolly Christmouse

Guy Whiskers Night

Twangy was busy cutting wood.

Piling it up as high as he could.

Tupper and Tina were gathering rags,

Tied together with big black bags.

Fiddlina was busy with hot dogs and soup.

Keys was placing rope in a loop.

A historical night for all to remember.

Fireworks night, on 5th Mousevember.

The night Guy Whiskers, historical mouse,

 Tried to explode Parliament House.

Every year the mice celebrate

With fireworks, bonfire and dancing till late.

Tupper and Tina had made a mouse Guy,

To put on the bonfire, which was awfully high.

Tich and Keys had piled up the wood,

To make the fire as high as they could.

Bongo and Quiffy had boxes of rockets

With safety mice matches in all of their pockets,

To load up Monty's new invention

Created with one sole intention.

Monty's Magical Launching Machine:

To make firing rockets  go like a dream.

They loaded the rockets in nice and slow,

Making ready for the  big rocket show.

Sachmo was placing buckets and pails,

Just in case one of them fails.

While Twangy counted sparklers out

Making sure they all had one without a doubt.

Bang on seven the fireworks began,

With a fizzler and rocket according to plan.

They ooh'd and they ahh'd as the rockets went high

And squirled their sparklers as they looked in the sky.

Fiddlina had all the food on a table

And Joined the fun as soon as she was able.

Then oh no! Look out! Oh what a disaster!

The rocket machine going faster and faster.

So fast in fact the it fell on its side

And launched the rockets far and wide.

They flew round the garden  both high and low,

The mice didn't know the best place to go.

One shot in the house, then out the side door,

Another shot out across the floor.

One hit the table and over the fence,

When suddenly Keys seemed to see sense.

'Sachmo, Bongo, pour water on now!'

And they picked up pails with a furrowed brow.

Keys and Bongo threw theirs on the machine,

And put out the rockets with quite a smoke screen.

Poor Sachmo got lost in all of the smoke.

He missed the rockets, so what did he soak?

 

The hot dogs, potatoes, the burgers  and soup!

Oh what a horrible, soggy old gloop.

'My machine!' said Monty, and ran to  see

What had happened to cause the catastrophe.

'I think after all the matches are best.

That machine of yours needs more of a test.'

The mice set the rockets out in a row,

And used their matches to make them go.

Fiddlina cleared away the soggy food

And made more hotdogs as fast as she could.

They ooh'd and ahh'd the rest of the night,

Watching rockets as they burst while in flight.

Monty was sorry he caused such alarm,

But the mice were just happy they came to no harm.

They sang and they danced late in to the night

And all had a wonderful Guy Whiskers night.

Bongo goes deaf

Fiddlina yelled, 'Everyone it's three!

Come on down. It's time for tea.'

The mice put all their instruments away.

(they practiced them every single day).

There was cake and scones and cream and jam

And sandwiches with cheese and ham.

'Get stuck in,' Fiddlina said.

'Really? I thought it was his head.'

They looked at Bongo. 'What did you say?'

'Oh no,' he said. 'It's not today.'

They looked at Bongo, very confused,

While Bongo laughed, clearly amused.

'My dear chap, are you quite ok?'

'That's right. He found he couldn't play.'

'Bongo! What are you on about?'

'Fiddlina, my dear, no need to shout,'

Said Bongo, 'Whatever's wrong my dear?'

'Oh Bongo. You're acting awfully queer.'

Bongo looked. 'It's not time yet surely?'

'Oh Bongo I think you're really poorly.'

The mice stopped eating, terribly worried

As off to the phone Twangy hurried.

'I'll get the doctor straightaway.'

'That's right. It's new,' he heard Bongo say.

Keys got up. 'Are you quite alright,

You're giving us all an awful fright.'

I hope it's nothing serious,' he said.

'Ha ha. That's right! Right on the head.'

Twangy came back. 'He's on his way,'

'What's that Twangy? It's not today.'

The mice all looked at Bongo's face

Looking for any sign or trace

Of what was causing Bongo's woes,

While Sachmo looked up Bongo's nose.

Bongo looked at all the mice staring.

'I say. Why are you all all glaring?'

'Bongo, my boy, we think you're ill'

'What for?' he said. 'What's up the hill?'

'No,' said Quiffy, 'That's not what he said.'

'That's right, a lovely shade of red.'

'Thank goodness,' said Keys. 'The doctor's here.'

'No, not too far. It's really quite near.'

Twangy ran to let the Doctor in.

'What's that? Something on my skin?'

'I'm Pip Whiskers. You're local MP.'

(That's Mouse Practitioner to you and me.)

'Where's the patient?' 'He's over here.

We think he might have gone deaf, we fear.'

Dr Whiskers shooed the mice out.

'Right let's get you all sorted out.'

He fitted his Mouseoscope to his head.

'Say ahh.' 'It's not far,' Bongo said.

Pip Whiskers stood back. 'Open wide.'

He pulled Bongos mouth and looked inside.

'Head to the left.' He got out a light.

'Aha! I think I see your plight.'

The mice peaked in, afraid to speak

As Pip got something out to tweak

In Bongo's ear and then pulled out

Something red. Sachmo gave a shout,

Fell on the floor and passed right out.

'Oh Sachmo, you really are a ninny,'

Fiddlina fanned him with her pinny.

'Bongo's brains came out his head!'

'That wasn't Bongo's brains,' she said.

'Oh dear you really are confused.

Those are the ear plugs Bongo used.

His bongos make a fearsome row

And he has to protect his ears somehow.

He uses ear plugs to stop the din.

He must have forgotten, and left them in.'

'I say,' Said Bongo 'I hear you all clear.'

The mice all clapped and gave a cheer.

'Oh Dr, join us all for tea.

There's lots to eat as you can see.'

' That would be nice,' Pip Whiskers said,

As Sachmo peered in Bongo's head.

'Come on boys, there's lots to eat.

I'll  get more cake as a special treat.'

The mice ate heartily, terribly glad,

That Bongos hearing was nothing too bad.

Pancake Mayhem.

The mice were all rushing around.

Eggs and flour were hitting the ground.

On pancake day in Bongo land

They had a pancake contest planned.

Sachmo got his eggs and flour

And whisked it up with such great power

The mix flew out around the place,

Narrowly missing Tina's face.

She scurried off while Sachmo cooked

And came back. What a sight she looked.

In the kitchen in hat and galoshes.

'To protect me from Sachmo's pancake sloshes.

A little less mix I think Sachmo,'

As a dollop landed on her toe.

Fiddlina was working very hard.

She didn't want her pancakes charred.

She mixed her pancakes carefully,

And fried one up so she could see.

'Sachmo!' She yelled, ducking fast

As pancake mix went flying past.

Quiffy Sax was there as well,

Quiff kept up with lots of gel

And tucked outside his tall chef's hat.

'To protect my hair from Sachmo's splat.'

He had three frying pans on the go.

'Oh Quiffy! What an amazing show.'

He held them tight in paws and tail

As Fiddlina watched every small detail.

He tossed them high into the air.

Oh no! One landed on his hair!

'Hello everyone,' and Monty appeared,

Pulling behind him something weird.

The Monty Magic Mixamaker!

The automatic pancake baker.

He turned it on. The mice looked on.

Oh dear. I think it's going wrong...

The pans were tossing up and down

While Monty watched on with a frown.

'Look out Monty!' Keys quickly said

As a pan knocked him sharply on the head.

Sachmo looked and oh too late!

A pancake hit his face right straight.

His hand shot up, his pancake flew.

'What's that noise?'  They heard 'Choo Choo'

As the pancake landed on the floor

Right outside the open front door.

The mice rushed out and oh my word!

That's the noise that they all heard.

A steam roller coming up the drive.

Oh what a time for it to arrive.

Over the pancake it rattled and rolled.

That pancake was awfully big and cold.

'Oh dear. I'm sorry,' the driver said.

'I knew I should have phoned ahead.

I should tell you why I've come.'

He leant in and pulled out a drum.

'I met a mouse with a xylophone.

He wondered if you could give him a home'

And out of the drum popped Walter's head.

'I'm sorry about the pancake.' He said.

'That's ok I have an idea!

Bring that pancake over here.'

And Keys  tied rope around a tree.

'It's big enough for a trampoline. See.'

The twins got on and bounced up high.

'Look,' they yelled. 'We can fly.'

Monty came out looking slightly dazed

And looked around - a little amazed.

'Right said Fiddlina. Time for tea.

Come on Tina. Follow me.'

She made pancakes for everyone

Which they ate while having mousey fun.

The twins fed Walter in his drum

While Twangy started to sing and strum.

Soon the mice were dancing around,

bouncing on pancakes, and pancakes were downed.

Fiddlina won the pancake prize

Which all the mice thought very wise.

Happy Valentine's Day

Fiddlina was busy cleaning the house

and could not see a single mouse.

'Now where could everyone be,' she thought,

As she got the bedding and started to sort

The laundry out to get it all clean,

Before polishing furniture to a nice sheen.

 'What's that?' she said, as she looked on a chair.

'A big red heart? What's that doing there?'

She picked up the heart and on it she read

To find the next clue look under the bed.

Fiddlina giggled and ran up the stairs,

And picked up the socks she'd put in to pairs.

Underneath another heart lay.

'Next go out to where we play.'

She ran downstairs and out the door,

And lying on the garden floor

Another heart in shiny red.

'Now go back in the lounge ,' it said.

She walked back in but didn't know

In which room she was supposed to go.

She went in the kitchen. Nothing was there.

Opened the oven. Stood on a chair.

'Oh my.' She said as on top of the shelf

She found a sock, toast and a cuddly elf?

'This really needs a clean,' she thought,

But her treasure hunt was what she sought.

She ran upstairs. Looked under the beds.

More socks, a book and paper in shreds.

She thought she heard a mousey laugh

and ran to look inside the bath.

Nothing there or in the sink.

Fiddlina sat and had a think.

Off downstairs, under the chair.

More socks were hiding under there.

'What's that?' she thought and heard a noise.

'I wonder if it was the boys.

They're awfully quiet, it's quite a worry,'

And in to the dining room with a scurry.

'Oh!' she said for on the table,

With a bow and heart shaped label,

A huge box of chocolates and a card.

Fiddlina looked at them very hard.

'For me!' she said and looked around,

and then she heard a cheery sound.

'Hurray Fiddlina. Our valentine,'

And out the boys popped in a line.

'Oh how lovely,' Fiddlina blushed.

'Open the card,' the boys said, flushed.

'To Fiddlina a wonderful mouse,

Who looks after us with a tidy house.'

Fiddlina smiled and opened the box

And handed round the lovely chocs.

'Thank you all so very much.

The heart cards were a lovely touch.'

They all sat and ate the Valentine chocs,

Fiddlina  didn't mention the various socks.

She made a mental note to herself

To clean all the carpets and every shelf.

'Oh,' she said. 'What about TIna?

I'm not the only mouse house cleaner.'

'It was her idea,' Bongo said,

As Tina went a shade of red.

'You're always so nice when I get things wrong.

Like stop the dusting to sing a song

or leave the vacuum on the stairs

and don't put clean socks in to pairs.

Fiddlina blushed. 'How very nice

To have friends like all you lovely mice.'

All of the band would like to say

Have a Happy Valentine's day.

The mice solve a problem.

The mice were riding out one day

and stopped for a picnic along the way.

They crossed a field and under a tree

What do you think the mice could see?

A forlorn little mouse with a xylophone.

'Oh dear. Oh My. It's lost it's tone.'

'Hello,' said Bongo. 'Who are you?'

'I'm Tuffy Plonker. Oh What a to do.'

'Oh my,' said Bongo. 'What on earth's wrong?'

'My xylophone has lost it's clong.'

'Lost it's clong?'the mice all said

And at that moment out popped a head.

'Oh Dear!' they said. Oh what a surprise.

Out popped a wood worm in front  of their eyes.

'You see,' said Tiffy, 'with him inside

When I hit the plates the tone has died.'

Poor Tuffy didn't know quite what to do.

He really made a hullaballoo.

‘I can’t play with him in there.

He won’t come out. It’s just not fair.’

The mice looked as the worm popped out.

‘It is a problem. There’s no doubt.’

‘Let me try,’ said Keys moving in,

And he popped the woodworm in to a tin.

'That won’t work,' said Tuffy and looked

As the little worm neatly hooked

His tail out, hopped on to the grass

And up the side, over the brass

Clangers on Tuffy’s xylophone.

'He really does feel well at home.'

Quiffy said 'How about that tree?

The ideal place for his home to be.'

The mice all fished the wood worm out

and then with a triumphant shout

popped him on to a little twig.

The woodworm looked. Started to dig.

Then climbed back down, across the grass,

The mice all parted to let him pass.

He climbed up the xylophone, up the pole

Across the plates and into a hole.

'This is a conundrum indeed.'

Said Monty. 'We must act with heed.'

The mice and Tuffy all thought hard.

'How about a house made of card?'

Said Tich, as the woodworm's head popped up.
'I tried that, and put him in a cup.'

The worm popped back down below.

‘I’ve got an idea,’ Up stepped Bongo.

'Just wait here,' and off he scurried

back to the bus, to the boot he hurried.

'What does he want?' asked Fiddlina.

'I hope it works,' said little Tina.

Bongo came back with an old bongo drum.

'I use these for practice but maybe time's come

To see if they can be of more use.'

And he worked the tops off slightly loose.

Tuffy got the worm, placed him inside.

The woodworm looked around with pride.

He popped his head out and gave a smile

'Oh thank you,' said Tuffy. 'He's been there a while.

I can finally play my phones again.'

He picked up his sticks and played there and then.

The worm got out and danced on top

of Bongo's drum and didn't stop.

Keys sat down and got out a pen

And wrote a sign for the worm's new den.

The sign was coloured. 'Walter's house'.

The worm smiled, as did Tuffy the mouse.

Tuffy played  triumphantly,

His little face lit up with glee.

The mice all smiled and danced and played.

Oh what a jolly group they made.

Walter popped up and danced along

as Tuffy's xylophone regained it's clong.