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38 "Who's the Knight-Mayor?" I cried. Instead
 * Of answering my question,

"Well! If you don't know that." he said, "Either you never go to bed,
 * Or you've a grand digestion!

"He goes about and sits on folk
 * That eat too much at night:

His duties are to pinch, and poke, And squeeze them till they nearly choke."
 * (I said "It serves them right!")

"And folk that sup on things like these—"
 * He muttered, "eggs and bacon—

Lobster—and duck—and toasted cheese— If they don't get an awful squeeze,
 * I'm very much mistaken!

"He is immensely fat, and so
 * Well suits the occupation:

In point of fact, if you must know, We used to call him, years ago,
 * The Mayor and Corporation!