Stephen Lingwood wrote about today's UK local elections, which led me to a free-form Google search about local elected officers. One offfice, known in New England, that tickled me was the hogreeve: "a now-ceremonial position formerly in charge of rounding up loose hogs." (Wikipedia)
I love it.
From that, I found a little poem from 1819 about a New England parson appointed the hogreeve (as was the custom for men of rank recently married; he was a widower) only to flip this honor back on the townsfolk:
The parson smil'd and said "I am no novice;
Full forty years I've been in the same office,
In this appointment, all that's new
Is four legg'd hogs to drive instead of two."
Remember that my hogreeve colleagues. A more quaint if no more flattering term than "cat herder."
The Clerical Hogreeve (The Genealogue)