There once was a squirrel named Tybald
who played music wherever he travelled.
He could sing and could dance
and he did so through France
keeping the time whilst he fiddled.
There once was a cat named Poppell
who busked for coins to the cap full.
She played tunes on her squeeze box
which she stole from a sly fox
when he failed to solve her riddle.
By chance it happened in Prague
that Poppell met Tybald on a log.
He was playing a ditty
that she’d heard as a kitty,
so she showed him her moves in a clog.
Soon cheering crowds gathered round
to hear the old folksy sound.
They laughed and hoorayed
while the two danced away
kicking their heels off the ground.
Soon their revelries had finished,
so the crowds then diminished.
Tybald asked a question:
“Please be my best friend”
and to that Poppell gladly relinquished.
Ever since that fortuitous day,
you can hear them sing and play.
They’ll come to your square,
perform for whomever’s there
then leave on their merry way.
There once was a bear named Boris
Who lived deep in the northern forest.
He really love to sing
Especially in the spring
When he sang bass in the animal chorus.
One stormy evening in May
Tybald and Popple were passing his way,
when it started to rain
and they began to complain,
“We sure need some place to stay!”
Out his window Boris them spied
And with his big thunderous voice he cried
If you want to get out of the storm
Please come in where it is warm
And visit until your things are all dried.
His booming voice at first did them fright
But his cabin was lit with a warm light.
So into the cabin they walked
And ate, sang, laughed, and talked
Long into the wee hours of the night.