"Would you give him to me, and I'll stand for him?"
"Who are you?" says Tinker Shaun.
"I am the Son of God," says he.
"Well, then, indeed, I won't give him to you," says Shaun, "you give seven times their enough to some people, and you don't give their half enough to other people."
The Son of God departed.
The King of Sunday met him then and they saluted one another.
"Where were you going?" says the King of Sunday.
"Well, then, I was going hunting for a gossip for my son."
"Will you give him to me?" says the King of Sunday.
"Who are you?" says Shaun.