• Once in September there was a vendor
    A vendor of pots and pans
    He strutted through town with a pot on his crown
    A golden crown had he
    Yelling his wares and avoiding the stares
    But no people came to buy
    They avoided this seller for he was a known killer
    A killer of rats and fleas
    Everywhere he chose to tromp vermin life would surely romp
    All in a line behind the man
    Discovering his plight the man chose to spite
    The village dames and men
    He skipped through town in jester guise a layer of color as his disguise
    The pests ran amuck
    He said that he could make the vermin cease if only they release
    A handsome sum of gold
    They begged him to stay rid the plague if on his flute he play
    The vendor’s named price
    To the river he drove his rat and flea parade alone with a flute and no other aid
    The filth did drown
    Back to the village he made his way but with stubborn grins they refused to pay
    The vendor plotted revenge
    Within a night a new hoard of vermin were within his sight
    To the village he made his way
    The rats and fleas could hear no pleas
    They carried the children away
    To the mountain he made his way the pests and children never going astray
    Never to be seen again
    When the day awoke the parents choke
    On sobs for lost young
    High in the mountains a man smiles as he recalls his guiles
    The village’s dismay
    Forever onward stories will play and after the stories people will say
    The Pied Piper’s tale is told