Norman Rowland Gale (Норман Гейл)
Rub It In
It's all very well For Reginald Dibbs, Who hasn'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!'
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