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
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