Snippy the Crab’s Bandstand Blast Off

'Then... WAAAAHH! Wailed the trumpet and the music began; The saxophone schmoozed while the clarinet sang. And the bass was belled out by the orotund tuba, Pomp-pomping the beats of a tune from Barbuda. Yet its voice came out muffled! Big Gary looked puzzled. So he filled up his chest To blow out his best... And with each huff and puff Snippy flew up and down, Rising steadily nearer the tuba's gold crown...

Till...POOF!... Out he popped, clean up in the air! And the children, enchanted, yelled: "Hey! Look up there!" They pointed small fingers, cheeks dimpled with laughter, At this codsmacking sight, that could not have been dafter: Near the roof of the bandstand, for all there to see, Was a teeny-wee crab, in mid-air, floating free!'

Enticed from his lair by the alluring sounds of a jazz band, Snippy almost gets squashed by a van, scrunched by a dog and splatted on the goal posts at Cocklebed Colts end-of-season match! Still on the good side, he discovers a love of Latin dance music and learns to rumble the rumba and outfox the foxtrot, discovering a new passion! Another gentle, humorous, fun and engaging rhyming tale in the Snippy the Crab Adventure Series - not to be missed!