Pied Piper of Hamlin

Through a ghost town skipping,

A mighty tune I'm making,

Dusty corners in this ruined city, around the block I'm singing,

Empty streets, an empty song, like shattered glass,

I dance in time, as a pack of rats, come surging pass,

The place’s alive with rodent kind, the streets are filled

With masses of mice and a little man.
A mighty feat- he sings a tune,

A tune of woe, and with that-

The rats finally go.

A week or two, the City's alive,

In bustling hype, the peoples back, and rats are gone!

Cause the man named Jack, and his little pipe, sings a

Song, and with that; the rats have gone home.