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.