The legend is told from days of old
How the piper did his work
And was not paid and so he made
The Townsfolk go berserk
Seeking out their children lost
In some faraway place
But they ne'er were found upon the ground
Of the Earth's entire face..
So if ye want to hire the piper,
The piper must be paid
And tarry not, lest he get hot
And ye sleep in the bed ye made
And now in days of modern ways
A new Piper can be found
He is not cruel, and is no one's fool
And his tenderness abounds
A lonesome maiden in his arms
On a bed of feathers they lay
And smiling sweet, she feels complete
As he steals her heart away..
And if she wants to love the Piper the Piper must be paid And she'll tease him not, lest he get hot, and she'll not *sleep* in the bed she made.