But he didn’t care who and he didn’t care where
Just so he was under size.
Then the big boy cried, “A big chief am I,
I was born to bang and to civilize,
And yet sometimes I, in my pride I sigh
For something about my size.”
Then the good Schoolmaster he reached a hand
And across his knee he did flop crosswise
That bully, and raise in his good right hand
A board of considerable size.