The Pied Piper
Peterson was his name.
Pied Piper was his fame,
Led kids down dark path with his flame,
Smokin pot and singin songs with no shame.
They dropped out of school, lazy and lame.
Now, vagrancy is their aim.
Sleepin and smokin weed, their game.
But Peterson felt no guilt and no blame.
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