The Pied Piper

Listen close, listen to what I say…

Through some truth this wanderer was led,

for all the children had come out to play.

He sang soft. He sang loud. He sang low, too, that day.

His song, he sang, he played it well, they said.

Listen closely to what I say.

The notes were long. The notes were quick, too, they say.

Their bodies now cold, and on their faces smiles linger,

for all the children had come out to play.

And in his rage, he cried, “They must all come out and play!”

The land has withered with you in bed.

Listen close, listen to what I say.

Those words, that song, the notes: I am certain it was they.

It is all too quiet now, as the Pied Piper has been fed,

for all the children had come out to play.

His frame jerked, “A dance!” He shrieked that day.

And in that hanging garden, tired eyes have yet to close, it’s said.

Listen close, listen to what I say:

For all the children had come out to play.

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