Skipping daintily on his merry little toes
The Pied Piper plays his tune.
And laughing happily as he goes
His eyes do glisten like the moon.
He beckons on with fiery force
Yelling out to younglings “come”.
And like a snake he does coerce
All the targeted to run.
They come at full pace
Sensing the fun
Yelling and picking up friends as they go.
All in a race
To be the ones
To know just what the Piper knows.
He drags them in with inviting arms
Scooping them up like golden loot.
They do believe his intentions are warm,
Of his gay life they are in pursuit.
They die to know the key to the way
He plays his song that seems so right.
And so they follow day by day,
Over the mountains and through the night.
He says “c’mon, the world is bright
You ought to fill it with lovely tunes”.
And they love him so that they make little pipes
And play in the way that he plays, too.
So, now that they’re tied tight to his rear,
He can make them do whatever he wants.
Because they do all live in fear,
That if they don’t follow, cool they’ll be not.
So they drag along, tired and weak,
Ready to die, to disappear.
And all of the old, the strong and the meek
Are wishing they did never hear.
And so they all say,
That to this day
By the light of the moon,
You can still hear the Piper
And all his mates,
Who regret that they ever did swoon.