Are You Watchin' the Rats

Are you watchin' the rats Scurrying to and fro Impending doom is theirs In their hearts they know They ate up all the grain Soiled all homesteads Ravaged hill and plain Bit babies in their beds Mean little red eyes glazed They read the sacrament Ravished all they raised Rest perished in torment But now in Hamelin A smallish pipe is out Play’s about to begin One can smell the rout Are you watchin' the rats Scurrying to and fro Impending doom is theirs In their hearts they know