Then Clip went East, down the Forest River,
Though the boat-horses' bobbing soon made him to shudder.
To Lake-Town he came, where the businessmen smiled
And bid for his pipeweed with gestures wild.

Pure gold for each pound, half an ounce for ten shilling -
Before he knew it Clip had made quite a killing!
And the dwarves were polite and bowed so low,
That their beards sometimes tickled the hair on his toes.