1.Dibbles the Doormouse Has Lost His Lucky Handkerchief (movements I – IV) -Movement I Oh, Hello there my friend, what’s new? It’s such a sunny day You’re looking fine but I think something’s missing there Where’s your handkerchief? Is it gone? Did you leave it home, or somewhere else? I don’t really know in what place My old handkerchief could be But I guess I’ll have to leave I’ll find it where it may be, Far across the sea, in some foreign land, Over there, I’ll travel anywhere To find it, to bring it home To me Please remember me while I’m gone, Looking on my own for it I will bring it here, I swear! -Movement II Have you seen that little mouse? They have told me he’s gone out of the house. Where’s he going? I don’t know, I think he’s going far from home. Has he lost his handkerchief? I don’t know what he’s doing here. Is he going out of town? I think he’s just looking around! -Movement III Instrumental -Movement IV I’m looking for, I’m looking for someone I can hold I’m looking for, I’m looking for someone I can hold I can’t understand, it fills me with pain, The less that I lose, the less that I gain, It’s just like a game I don’t want to play But I have to keep on looking I’m looking for, I’m looking for someone I can hold I’m looking for, I’m looking for someone I can hold I’m looking for, I’m looking for someone I can hold I can’t understand, it fills me with pain, The less that I lose, the less that I gain, It’s just like a game I don’t want to play But I have to keep on looking, oh

2.In Lack of a Humdrum Supper Young Mike Barret was out playing in the hills again When he saw the fat old sun go down Then he knew he would be late He ran home as fast as he could But he didn’t have much time He already knew his mother would Not be in a good mood tonight And so he found himself In lack of humdrum supper So he went out looking to find Something to sate his hunger The mayor of St Chapleton Was turning sixty-five And he’d organized a picnic With cakes and tea and pies When Mike saw the basket With the pastries all inside He took it with him, made a run for the hills And never looked behind And though he ran and he yelled The mayor couldn’t catch him And Mike knew that if he hid well The man would never find him I am gonna get you boy! You will never catch me sir! x9 It was long after dark, Mike was in his hiding spot When he saw the mayor give up And slowly walk back home Now he could open the basket And reach in for his prize: A bottle of wine, a handful of scones And two blueberry pies Finally, the clever boy Could have his hard-earned supper He ate it all, giving no thought To what he would tell his mother Michael Barret fell asleep In his hideout in the hills Without a care in the world for what Would be in store For him Would be in store For him Would be in store For him For him

3.No Milk in All of St. Chapleton There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk in all of St Chapleton There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk, now what will we do? There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk in all of St Chapleton There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk, now what will we do? Missus Barret, how will we make all our butter and cheese? Missus Barret, what will we use for our coffee and tea? Missus Barret, find a solution we're counting on your expertise! There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk in all of St Chapleton There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk, now what will we do? There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk in all of St Chapleton There is no more milk, there is no more milk There is no more milk, now what will we do? Missus Barret went to a neighboring village near Slough Missus Barret is going to solve this but I don’t know how Missus Barret, look over there, here she comes and she's bringing a cow!

4.Ode to the Last of the Living Lepers There is an old man who lives out of town He doesn’t come near, and he's never around He dresses in tatters wherever he goes And it makes me quite sad that he's always alone My mom doesn't let me go play near his cave But I've paid him a visit the last couple of days Not much of a talker, he smiles with his eyes But when I go home I can hear how he cries Old man, hiding your rashes as time slowly passes You look from your cave at the sky Old man, I'm not gonna tell you to hide! I’ve wondered quite often why nobody goes To visit this guy, who everyone knows They say that he’s dangerous, they say that he’s mad They don’t seem to notice he’s just really sad And even though everyone knows he lives there They wouldn’t allow him into the town square But I keep him company, I really don’t mind When you get to know him, he’s really quite kind Old man, hiding your rashes as time slowly passes You look from your cave at the sky Old man, I'm not gonna tell you to hide! He told me a story about days of old When clouds were all grey, and the wind always cold When leprosy killed and couldn't be cured And folks were abandoned to live on their own. When I left this town, and traveled the world I thought of that man, alone in his hole I wondered if anyone ever said “Hi” Or if he was lonely while I was so far When I did return, I went to his cave I saw it was empty, and I saw a grave There was nothing on it, not even a name But I fell beside it and cried just the same Old man, hiding your rashes as time slowly passes You look from your grave at the sky Old man, I'm not gonna tell you to hide! There was an old man who lived out of town He didn’t come near, and he wasn’t around He dressed all in tatters wherever he went And it made me quite sad that he's didn’t have friends My mom didn't let me go play near his cave But I paid him a visit a couple days Not much of a talker, he smiled with his eyes But when I went home I could hear how he cried Old man, hiding your rashes as time slowly passes You look from your grave at the sky Old man, I'm not gonna tell you to hide!

6.Dibbles the Doormouse Has Lost His Lucky Handkerchief (movements V – IX) -Movement V -Instrumental- -Movement VI What could a mouse be doing in The middle of the sea? He's all alone, and looking for His lucky handkerchief What could a mouse be doing in The middle of the sea? He's all alone, and looking for His lucky handkerchief I never saw such courage In an animal so small But does he know the risk he's in, so far away from home? I never saw such courage In an animal so small But does he know the risk he's in, so far away from home? If there's a storm, he may never return If there's a storm, he may never return! -Movement VII Well, is this the end of my journey? Well, does this mean I can’t go on? Well, is this the end of my journey? After searching for so long! Well, this can’t be the end of my journey! Well, I haven’t found what I was looking for! And so, I think that I will keep on going Yeah, until I feel I can be home! Well (well!), this can’t be the end of my journey! Well (well!), I haven’t found what I was looking for! And so (so!), I think that I will keep on going Yeah (yeah!), until I feel I can be home! All alone on this island There must be a way out! But how to find a safe way home With the ocean all around? If I am to survive I must find something to eat I will go for a brief snack With those mushrooms I can see… -Movement VIII It’s time to wake up It’s time to go to sleep, and wake up I’m afraid I don’t have what you’re looking for I’m afraid that you have what you’re looking for Did you really have to go so far from home to find what you were looking for? Or was it with you this whole time? You shouldn’t have gone that far from home… Where are you now? And how will you get home? There’s an easy way home Just take my hand Just take my hand -Movement IX Oh, Welcome home my friend It’s nice to see you once again We missed you much But it is great that you are here After all these years, alone Thinking on my own About you, nothing else to do For me, and I’m glad you’re here again, Welcome back, my friend