The Pied Piper of Hamelin
Long ago in Hamelin,
Rats invaded the the town,
The citizens made such a din,
Mayor thought and became down,
At his door, echoed knocks ensued,
The mayor called in the fellow,
Seeing eyes like needles, blue,
And a coat of red and yellow,
"I'll rid your town of all the rats."
The stranger said in sure tones,
Mayor asked, "How, with cats?"
"Nay, I'll charm with sweet tunes."
They agreed of a payment,
of one thousand guilders in full,
And the Piper's tune was sent,
As he went along with a musical pull,
Rats stopped what they were doing,
And began to follow the man,
No more noise of chewing,
And into the river they ran.
The Piper returned for his pay,
And the mayor refused,
Over and over, "I say nay."
And finally a threat was issued.
"You'll be sorry," the Piper knew,
and left with a shake of his head,
Playing a tune, different and new,
He left the city with what was said,
The children heard and began to dance,
"Follow the lovely tune," they sang,
On and on to the mountain in a trance,
To the mountain, helpless, forever the tune rang.
By: Stacey