"'Tis clear," cried they, "our Mayor's a noddy;
And as for our Corporation—shocking
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can't or won't determine
What's best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you're old and obese,
To find in the furry civic robe ease?
Rouse up, Sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!"
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation."
In such a situation, people scrabble round for all kinds of unlikely solutions. They may lose a whole generation in the process, but even the people of Hamelin wouldn't have fallen for this analysis by Pied Racist David Starkey, whose incisive analysis of the situation is that "Whites have become black":