Unfortunately, such considerations of purpose tend to be drowned out by the alluring, sweet-sounding tune of a Pied Piper.
He was the Pied Piper of life and brought joy to everyone he knew.
You know the Pied Piper had his tune, she said; the rats had to follow it.
The music of the Pied Piper was still in his ears; twisting his brain.
The rats all followed the Pied Piper, and so this rat followed Frank.
He would have fiddled the children of Hamelin away from the Pied Piper.
The fowl walked slowly away with graceful dignity, and I followed like a child after the Pied Piper.
He walked over with the Pied Piper to where the toy maker stood.
The Pied Piper had passed her; his call dragged at her soul no more.
He played like the Pied Piper, and the entranced country danced after.