Jimmy Scraggs irritated me cuz I was a part-time Jew.
He’d gesture a long nose over his. He knew what I would do.
That hillbilly from the South. The dumbest hick in the class.
I tried to get him to like me but he’d say “Kiss my ass!’.
Well one day I had had it. He stretched his nose like a trunk
and trumpeted I was Republican. That was the final stunt.
I jumped him in the cloak room. He managed to slip from my grasp.
Only because I showed mercy when he feigned a gimp then dashed.
I chased him for a mile. I knew I could run him down.
But he made it to a pile inside his part of town.
Yeh, that brick. Sharp corners on all sides.
He had me jump at his fakes and called me bugeyes.
So there I was frozen as he pulled his pointy nose.
He had me doing a curtsey and called me Twinkle Toes.
But Scraggs got so cocky in one of his fakes
the brick went flying. I was on him in three shakes!
I sat on him but he wouldn’t give in.
“Say you’re a sinner or I’ll bust your chin!”
“You’re the sinner. You big fat bully!”
“Me a bully? You’re the class stoolie!”
I let him up and he cried.
He ran off with no brick.
I can hear him shout with all his pride.
“I’ll get even with you. You prick!”