The Pied Piper
Riddle me this, riddle me that,
What do we have? Not a big black bat.
No, it’s a tad more reddish than that:
It’s a musketeer in a blood-red hat.
It’s a piper pied
In the ol’ black sky
As a tune trickles down this way.
With their eyes wide blind
To the Piper Pied
They know not what makes him play.
As he enters town
Everyone is frown-
-Ning and all seem so depressed.
They think he’s a clown,
And so upside-down
Goes their frowning, sad contest.
For a moment, and,
Quick as moments go,
Brought a smile to their face
Did the Piper do.
But so sad, it’s through.
Now it’s time for his disgrace.
So he goes downtown
And he hears a sound
There is shouting at the Platz.
As he looks around
In his reddish gown,
All that he can see are rats!
The mayor shouts out loud
To the trepid town
“What will rid us of this beast?!
As this plague of rats
Now infests our land
And on all our fortunes feast?!”
“We have no more crops,