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.