In the streets of Hamlyn Street
A Deutsche cat has smelt a rat
In quiet corners scuffing can be heard
On breakfast tables food is snatched
And in their cradles babes are scratched
A scent so strong the cat no longer purs

Clawing at the baker's door
Five at first but then them a score
Soon a hundred thousand fold arrive
Clasping on the cobblestones
Screams arise from waking homes
A fraulein's nightmare, now the town's alight

Shout to tail with nose held high
Sharp in tooth and wild of eye
And in their tongue the pack all cry
"Follow the leader"
Walk through windows, walk through doors
On the rooftops and under floors
And into the rich but no minor paw
"Follow the Leader, Follow the Leader"

Midday Hamlyn's overrun
Food and shelter from dust 'til dawn
Townsfolk stand on tables in the black for grip
But who's this in the market square?
Talking with the desperate mayor
Light of foot, the stranger places pipe to lip
With the mayor's promise in his ears,
Into Main Street he disappears
The tune he's play's heard at a mile
Incredible as it may seem
Into his wake the rats now stream
Ears cocked catch ending music
Strange but sweet
As a cloak of black they trail him now
Over the bridge at the top of town
Heat those running feet
Oh hear those running feet

The town is free the curse is raised
Claws are drawn to a different craze
For those lost in a musical maze
"Follow the Leader"
Over the bridge the last tall slips, the mayor's
Relieved with hands on hips
Receives the praise from the people's lips
"Follow the Leader, Follow the Leader"

Alone the piper returns to the square
A hand outstretched and anger in the air
The piper strings, the pipe again appears
To sons and daughters parents cling
But follow they must their Fairy King
His whistled magic falls upon the youngest ears

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