One summer night when all was calm,
The nest of mice slept safe from harm.
Little snores and soft faint sighs,
Then Monty woke and rubbed his eyes.
He pricked his ears and listened hard.
Something strange; the silence marred,
By haunting notes from somewhere near;
His sleep disturbed, a touch of fear.
Following against his will,
The moonlight bright, the air was still.
But faintly he could hear the sound;
The beat insistent shook the ground.
Mesmerised, resistance fled,
No thoughts of going back to bed.
Brave Monty followed in trance,
Eyes now bright and feet a’ dance.
Flashing lights, a scene from hell
Greeted Monty ‘cross the dell.
Now this Brave Mouse had chanced his arm,
Risked his all and courted harm.
Had our little Mouse but known;
Had he checked his mobile phone,
He would have sussed the obvious truth,
Glastonbury week, forsooth!