I’m 88 years old, almost 88 ½. For some strange reason, this song from my childhood popped into   my head this morning and it won’t go away. It’s as hard to get rid of as the chiggers themselves.

If you are not familiar with chiggers, they are little green bugs that live in the grass. When you walk through the grass, they jump on you and go up the inside of your pant legs, bite you and bury themselves under the skin. It takes a lot of rubbing and scratching to get any relief from them.

Here’s the song:

There was a little chigger

that wasn’t any bigger

than the wee small head of a pin.

But the bump that he raises

Itches like the blazes

and that’s where the rub comes in!

Oh, the rub, yes, the rub!

That’s where the rub comes in!

The bump that he raises

Itches like the blazes

And that’ where the rub comes in.        

Dave Thomas

1/2/2025