Timmy and Tommy Mouse jumped out of bed
While pulling pyjama tops over their heads.
They had a quick wash, brushed their teeth, combed their hair,
Then dressed in a hurry and clambered downstairs.
Their breakfast was ready they quickly sat down,
And gulped down their porridge then saw Mummy frown!

As Daddy came in from the garden, he smiled.
"The wind is up nicely, your kites will go wild!
You'll have to hold on now as tight as you can;
I've already put your kites into the van."
When Mummy Mouse gave him their picnic and drinks,
The boys put their breakfast bowls into the sink.

They drove to the top of Hedgerow Village Hill,
And just sitting watching gave both boys a thrill.
They saw all their friends out there, flying their kites
Of all shapes and sizes with colours so bright.
Then Daddy Mouse called out, "Let's unload the van,
And get these kites flying as high as we can!"

On top of the hill the wind blew at a pace
they had a job trying to stay in one place.
The wind huffed and puffed at the kites as they flew
With all their bright colours of red, pink and blue,
Green mixed with orange, and purple with brown,
All different sizes, with tails hanging down.

With Timmy and Tommy, stood Reggie the Rat,
Whose kite was so big - and it looked like a cat!
"It's supposed to be Mitsie, the kitten." He grinned,
"Her tail wouldn't stick, so it had to be pinned!"
They thought it looked good as they watched it fly free!
"I'm sure she would laugh." And they had to agree.

Their kites began flying all over the place.
The wind spun them round; it was just like a race.
While Millie the Mole's kite climbed up in the sky,
She laughed and she squealed as she watched it fly high!
Poor Vicky the Vole couldn't hold hers for long,
The wind pulled her kite, it was awfully strong!

She struggled to hold on but then it broke free,
And Vicky just watched it fly into a tree.
"My Kite!" Vicky cried. "The wind blew it up there!"
She pointed her finger to show her friends where
Her lovely kite landed, "Oh! What can I do?"
A voice at her side said, "I'll get it for you!"

It was Cyril the Squirrel - he was so kind,
And he passed his kite over for Timmy to mind.
He raced up the tree and took hold of the kite,
When all of a sudden, the wind in its might
Snatched hold of the kite that was in Cyril's hand
And flew with him up and over the land.

The friends stood there watching, but what could they do?
Then Daddy Mouse shouted, "Come on, all of you,
We've got to get hold of the string hanging down,
And then we can pull him back down to the ground.
One of you put all the kites in the van;
The rest of you follow as fast as you can!"

Cyril was flying but holding on tight,
The view from up there was a wonderful sight!
Then Daddy Mouse caught the string and wound it round
His hand as he brought Cyril down to the ground!
When his friends rushed over he said, "That was fun!
It was the best thing that I've ever done!

Daddy Mouse smiled, but then told everyone
"He could have been hurt...then it wouldn't be fun!
If anyone's kite gets stuck up a tree,
You will just have to wait, or come and get me."
Everyone promised, and Cyril did too,
As now on the ground he felt tickity boo!