The Pied In the Piper
As the Pauper sleeps...
The king no longer counts...
His castle stands dishevelled...
...his jester eats the mouse...
More gold arrives on boats...
...His men they build a moat...
Wring a Wring a rosy...
A pocket full of lint...
The scavengers are circling...
The kings pinnacle is spent...
Cadaver a his only Ali...
Coma broken...infection sent...
No more time to harvest...
The cow snatched the moon
with the sheep...
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