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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 ? '' -LRB- With the Corporation as he sat Looking little though wondrous fat ; Nor brighter was his eye , nor moister Than a too-long-opened oyster , Save when at noon his paunch grew mutinous For a plate of turtle green and glutinous -RRB- . `` Only a scraping of shoes on the mat Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat ! '' `` Come in ! '' the Mayor cried , looking bigger : And in did come the strangest figure !