With shrieking and squeaking
In fifty different sharps and flats. 20
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
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine 25
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,