In Tartary I freed the Cham,
Last June, from his huge swarms of gnats; 90
I eased in Asia the Nizam
Of a monstrous brood of vampyre bats:
And, as for what your brain bewilders,
If I can rid your town of rats
Will you give me a thousand guilders?’ 95
‘One? fifty thousand!’—was the exclamation
Of the astonished Mayor and Corporation.
Into the street the Piper stept,