Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
Families by tens and dozens,
Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—
Followed the Piper for their lives.
From street to street he piped advancing,
And step for step they followed dancing,
Until they came to the river Weser
Wherein all plunged and perished!
—Save one who, stout as Julius Caesar,
Swam across and lived to carry
(As he, the manuscript he cherished)
To Rat-land home his commentary:
Which was, “At the first shrill notes of the pipe,
I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,
And putting apples, wondrous ripe,
Into a cider-press’s gripe:
And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,
And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards,
And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks,
And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks:
And it seemed as if a voice
(Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
Is breathed) called out, ’Oh rats, rejoice!
The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!
So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!’
And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,
All ready staved, like a great sun shone
Glorious scarce an inch before me,
Just as methought it said, ‘Come, bore me!’
—I found the Weser rolling o’er me.”
VIII.
You should have heard the
Hamelin people
Ringing the bells till they
rocked the steeple
“Go,” cried the
Mayor, “and get long poles,
Poke out the nests and block
up the holes!
Consult with carpenters and
builders,
And leave in our town not
even a trace
Of the rats!”—when
suddenly up the face
Of the Piper perked in the
market-place,
With a, “First, if you
please, my thousand guilders!”
IX.
A thousand guilders!
The Mayor looked blue;
So did the Corporation too.
For council dinners made rare
havoc
With Claret, Moselle, Vin-de-Grave,
Hock;
And half the money would replenish
Their cellar’s biggest
butt with Rhenish.
To pay this sum to a wandering
fellow
With a gipsy coat of red and
yellow!
“Beside,” quoth
the Mayor with a knowing wink,
“Our business was done
at the river’s brink;
We saw with our eyes the vermin
sink,
And what’s dead can’t
come to life, I think.
So, friend, we’re not
the folks to shrink
From the duty of giving you
something to drink,
And a matter of money to put
in your poke;
But as for the guilders, what
we spoke
Of them, as you very well
know, was in joke.
Beside, our losses have made
us thrifty.
A thousand guilders!
Come, take fifty!”