Damn the Pied Piper: I seek refuge.
Curse that man and his wretched song
Damn them all as they play along
For I remain resolute in this house
I am not a Rat but a proud little Mouse
I am not the one who is making you sick
Do I not have my own wounds to lick?
If only you could understand
The needs that brought me to your land
Searching for food and avoiding prey
Surviving the odds night and day
Hiding on boats and crossing the sea
YES! I did this, little old me!
I almost drowned when my ship capsized
And now you wish to see me excised!
Or at the very least to leave your domain?
No! I am here, and here I remain.
It is not that I cannot see your perspective
Or respect the will of the greater collective
But I will not follow this enchanting death song
Because here I survive so here I belong!
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