The Pied Piper of Hamelin
Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
The river Weser, Deep and wide,
Washes its walls on the southern side;
A pleasanter spot you never spied:
But, when begins my ditty,
Almost 500 years ago,
To see the townsfolk suffer so,
From vermin, Was a pity.
RATS!!
They fought the dogs and killed the cats,
And bit the babies in their cradles,
And ate the cheeses out of dthe vats,
And liked the soup from the
Cooks’ own ladles,
Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
Made nests inside mens’ sunday hats,
And even spoiled the womens’ chats,
By drowning their speaking
With shreiking and squeaking
In 50 different shaps and flats.
At last the people in a body
To the Town Hall came
Flocking
“‘Tis clear”cried they
“our mayor’s a noddy;
And us for our Corporation-
Shocking.”