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This issue's contribution to Tales of Terra is based on the song "The Mayor of Candor Lied" by Harry Chapin.
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In the little town of Hamelin
In the last year of my youth I learned a final lesson Of the levels to the truth. My father was a farmer He'd go tilling in the ground. My mother was a neighbor She'd go visiting around. But I didn't care, For I had found the answer To a plowboy's lonely prayer. She was the daughter of the mayor. The Mayor fought my courtship For he'd made other plans. He saw her married to a better man Than a boy with farmer's hands. I said, "I hate your father. It's so hard not to strike him!" She said, "You know I love you, Because you're so much like him." And so I'd go sneaking in the evening, And there she'd stand a'crying in the Dawn as I was leaving... The Mayor of Hamelin lied When he offered me his only daughter. The Mayor of Hamelin tried To take her off across the waters. What a thing to do to a young man in love And what a thing to do to your daughter. One day with father on his tractor, And mother off again. I go to find the Mayor To work out what I can. He is not at his office He is not at his home. When I find him in the countryside He is not alone. He's holding a woman And imagine my surprise, As she jumps back from his arms I look into my mother's eyes! (The mayor of Hamelin lied!) All my thoughts of outrage, embarrassment and pain Were washed away by what then went roaring through my brain. The mayor is at my mercy and I hear my own voice say "Your run for re-election sir is one month away." "The world will never know of what I've seen here sir, But I'll be with your daughter, is my meaning clear, SIR?" |
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