so word is out
hear the criers
shout!

hear ye!
hear ye!
500 duccats!

to he
who can
rid hamelyn

of it´s
infestation-
500 duccats!

(no more rats..!)
hear ye!!?
that´s me!

thought the pied
piper
in passing

on an errand
pete to his friends
what a princely

sum
said he to his
mum

i´m away to
hamelyn
lickety split!

but i shall return
rich!?
she packed

his sandwiches
while he dressed-
black hat

white spats
a salt and pepper
suit

a magical flute!
Jess his newt
on his shoulder

water..
with out
a doubt..

off to hamelyn
for fame
and fortune..