"Come," cried the drever. "Pay your feäre
You'll teäke up all my time, good man."
"Well," answer'd Bloom, "to meäke that square,
You teäke up me, then, if you can."
"I come at call," the man did nod.
"What then?" cried Bloom, "I han't a-rod,
An' can't in thik there hodmadod."
"Girt lump," the drever cried;
"Small stump," good Bloom replied;
"A little mite, to meäke so light,