At the most prodigious prices;
In his hob-nailed boots he slithered
Up and down Rue Venizelos,
Buying mullet by the oke,
Buying tangerines and chestnuts.
Shopkeepers would see him coming,
Cry with glee, “Here’s Tiadatha,
Plenty money, Tiadatha.”
After lunch at the Olympus
(Prices higher than the mountain),