But he vill pay ven it come to ze pinches;
I know him, ze cantankerous vieux chappie.
Ze German yonder, vy he take ze inches,
And get ze Hel-igoland! Now he quite happy.
I do ze same. Pom! Pom! Zat blast vos thunder!
How he do tear his hair and tvist his features.
He svear, but he vill vat you call "knock under."
Mr. Bull. I say, you Portugee, smallest of creatures,
And noisiest for your size, shut up, and hook it!
Hurdy-gurdy. Gr-r-r-r! Gr-r-r-r! Zey say zat ze old fool is skveezable,