RUB IT IN

It's all very well

For Reginald Dibbs,

Who has n't been hit

By a ball in the ribs

And one on the shin

To shout,‘ Rub it in!’

What cheek of R. Dibbs,

Who, you know, is a sneak,

To scream to you there

In his high treble squeak,

So strident and thin,

‘ O Jones, rub it in!’

I wonder if Dibbs,

When I punch him to-night,

Will think it was wise,

Or thoughtful, or right,

To caper and grin,

And yell,‘ Rub it in!’