Control your fears while there’s time,
the rats still scurry around,
a man walks the streets today dumbfounded,
maybe gone the next day and underground.
No more music, lesser dancing,
loss of children in select towns,
consider yourself lucky the Pied Piper,
did not come around.
He waits patiently day and night,
for everyone including the blind, deaf, and dumb,
east, west, north, and south,
all he needs is a little hum.
Anyone who survives, I take pity,
do not come running to me,
I do not care for instruments with holes,
this was not a legal binding decree.