THE PIED PIPER

 Within the hills one day, It was that I did hear 
 The piper play,

 Hiding in the grass so deep, witnessed did I magic 
 We would need.

 Music of the piper echoed within ears that could 
 Not hear,

 People from a town called Hamelin had so much to fear.

 This piper, dressed in colorful attire, robe and hat, 
 A musical pipe,

 A deal he made with a council to rid Hamelin of a mass 
 Of rats.

 With musical notes they were lead to the river of death.

 When they went back on their word and did not pay,

 This mysterious, magical piper took all the children 

 When the time came that they agreed to pay, the pied  

 Never again came to stay.

           Keith Garrett

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