The Three Mouseketeers

The 3 of us

The mouseketeers

A revolution without ears

 

The Mickey Mouse

The Donald Duck,

 

Lets not forget the pluto pup

 

We laugh a lot

As you can see

We’re happy now

As we can be

 

We share a gift

As given to few

A talent wanted

And sought anew

 

We share a gift

Of special sound

Of love and care

Where friends abound

 

When we walk in

The air will sing

They all join in

And make a ring

 

Kick up our heels

And reach the sky

Just like the apple

In mumma’s pie

 

Its 3 for one

And one for all

And I thank the love

That makes us tall.

 

By Wanda Stafford

 

This was written when I worked in the childrens’ ward

I can’t remember all three children, but 2 I really remember. One was Lily, she was 4 years old Aboriginal kid who had a stomach parasite that would kill her…she was a climber and we would find her all over the hospital.

The other was Rachelle, she was a very very bad diabetic who was allergic to regular insulin, she eventually became mentally and physically retarded from too many Diabetic comas…I loved Rachelle, she followed me everywhere in the hospital and I eventually befriended her family and was part of her life for many many years.