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!’