hillfreak

The Pied Piper Riddle me this, riddle me that, What do we have? Not a big black bat. No, it’s a tad more reddish than that: It’s a musketeer in a blood-red hat. It’s a piper pied In the ol’ black sky As a tune trickles down this way. With their eyes wide blind To the Piper Pied They know not what makes him play. As he enters town Everyone is frown- -Ning and all seem so depressed. They think he’s a clown, And so upside-down Goes their frowning, sad contest. For a moment, and, Quick as moments go, Brought a smile to their face Did the Piper do. But so sad, it’s through. Now it’s time for his disgra