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Rh "The day he was elected Mayor
 * I know that every Sprite meant

To vote for me, but did not dare— He was so frantic with despair
 * And furious with excitement.

"When it was over, for a whim,
 * He ran to tell the king;

And, being the reverse of slim, A two-mile trot was not for him
 * A very easy thing.

"So, to reward him for his run,
 * (As it was baking hot,

And he was over twenty stone,) The king proceeded, half in fun,
 * To knight him on the spot."