I Am The Bard Known Far And Wide, The Travell'D Rat-Catcher Beside; A Man Most Needful To This Town, So Glorious Through Its Old Renown. However Many Rats I See, How Many Weasels There May Be, I Cleanse The Place From Ev'Ry One, All Needs Must Helter-Skelter Run. Sometimes The Bard So Full Of Cheer As A Child-Catcher Will Appear, Who E'En The Wildest Captive Brings, WheNe'er His Golden Tales He Sings. However Proud Each Boy In Heart, However Much The Maidens Start, I Bid The Chords Sweet Music Make, And All Must Follow In My Wake. Sometimes The Skilful Bard Ye View In The Form Of Maiden-Catcher Too; For He No City Enters E'Er, Without Effecting Wonders There. However Coy May Be Each Maid, However The Women Seem Afraid, Yet All Will Love-Sick Be Ere Long To Sound Of Magic Lute And Song.