There we left the crushed bully and returned to town.
But before I went I gave him this parting shot: "Do you know why I licked you, Babe?
It wasn't what you said in the tavern that made me mad.

I didn't want a glass of beer, and you were right in saying I was a minor.

Where you made your mistake was when you made fun of my breeches, seven years ago.

And do you remember that blue suit you had on at the time?
I know where you got that blue suit of clothes, and I know who had it before you got it.

If you still think that a bully in charity clothes can make fun of a boy in clothes that he earned with his own labor, just say so, and I'll give you another clout that will finish you." All bullies, whether nations, parties or individuals, get licked in the same way.