Quoth one: “It’s as my great-grandsire, Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone, Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!”

(♪) “Come in!”- the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,īut lips where smile went out and in There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. (With the Corporation as he sat, Looking little though wondrous fat Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister Than a too-long-opened oyster, Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous For a plate of turtle green and glutinous) “Only a scraping of shoes on the mat? Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat!” Oh for a trap, a trap, a trap!” Just as he said this, what should hap At the chamber door but a gentle tap? “Bless us,” cried the Mayor, “what’s that?” “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.Īn hour they sate in council, At length the Mayor broke silence: “For a guilder I’d my ermine gown sell I wish I were a mile hence! It’s easy to bid one rack one’s brain- I’m sure my poor head aches again, I’ve scratched it so, and all in vain. (♪) At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: “‘Tis clear,” cried they, “our Mayor’s a noddy And as for our Corporation- shocking”

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