They work in gangs of hundreds, so I'm told
And the centre of Hamelin is about to fold
Rentokil will charge at least three grand
The council meeting was now out of hand

The Mayor , an old fellow who did not want any fuss
As today he was having trouble with his truss!
Outside a seller of big issue, leaned against a pole
The Mayor shouted order! Get him---off the dole
His clerk was sent out, to drag him in
Coming back, they noticed he was rather thin!
A female clerk swooned, God! I hope that is a flute
In the trousers of his Oxfam suit!
He listened, and for a Thousand he would
The finance officer hit the floor with a thud!
Winking, the Mayor whispered, I've  a election next June
just play your flute, I'm not bothered what damn tune

Next Morning
First light the flute was heard in the square
Rats, fat,thin,tall. And small, all without a care
Down to the river, which was at high tide
In like lemmings, not one making the other side
Later, back in town he came for his fee
A thousand smacker up front, no VAT
Sorry, five hundred is all I can obtain
Grabbing the Mayor by his tie---just below a egg stain
Tomorrow at first light, you will hear another tune
So if I was you, I'd book your holidays for JUNE!