Where Chizzy came from no one knew

He just turned up from out the blue.

Jake was glad to have someone to help out on the farm

And let him sleep in an old caravan by a disused barn.

Chizzy worked in his spare time painting up the van

With some shelves put up inside, it now looked Spic and Span.

He took care of any creatures lost or not too well

And found a limping badger who trod upon a nail.

Children came out to the farm to stroke the goats and donkeys

Then later sitting round the fire drinking cups of tea

Chizzy told them tales about his woodland family.

‘The Musica Festival’

Summer days were here at last, Chizzy felt he’d like to ramble

So putting rucksack on his back, with tent and food inside

With pet mouse Freddy on his hat he stepped out with good stride.

Passing into pretty woods they were glad to see

Squirrels playing in the trees on top of rustling leaves

While later on across the way a few deer ran along

To disappear within the ferns that grew beside the path.

On entering a grassy glade they were surprised to see

A rather large frog singing underneath a chestnut tree.

‘’Bella Bella Musica What a Trying Day

Bella Bella Musica I have losta my way’’

Catching site of our too friends he gave a massive leap

Somersaulting several times and landing at their feet.

‘’Excusa me my name is Giorgio, I’m heading if I could

Towards the Musica Festival when I get outa this flippin wood’’

Freddy laughed and Chizzy said

‘’No need to make a fuss, were heading in that direction,

So continuing with us would be a good suggestion’’

As Freddy waved his tale in time, Chizzy sang out pom pom pom.

All three paraded on their way while Giorgio sang a happy song.

‘’Bella Bella Musica What a Lovely Day

Bella Bella Musica I am ona My Way’’

A valley spread across the view and caravans began to show

While music from a gypsy camp could soon be heard below

Some Spanish cats came out to greet them when  insight

To ask them in to stay the night so they could rest and have a bite.

Our friends sat on some caravan steps eating up some food

While the sun dropped low and the campfires glowed

The sound of drums and castanets got them in the mood

Amazed by the jumps and swirls of the gypsy cats display

Till growing tired they crept inside and fell into a sleep

Listening to the beat of drums and the rhythmic dancing feet.