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.
