It’s easy to bid one rack one’s brain—
I’m sure my poor head aches again 40
I’ve scratched it so, and all in vain,
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?’ 45
(With the Corporation as he sat,
Looking little though wondrous fat;
Nor brighter was his eye, nor moister,