Willie saw some dynamite, Couldnt understand it quite; Curiosity never pays: It rained Willie seven days.
William, in a nice new sash, Fell in the fire and burned to an ash. Now, although the room grows chilly I havent the heart to poke poor Billy.
Willie in the cauldron fell; See the grief on mothers brow; Mother loved her darling well-- Willies quite hard-boiled by now.
Little Willie with a shout, Gouged the Babys eyeballs out; Stamped on them to make them pop. Mother cried, Now William, stop!
William, with a thirst for gore, Nailed the baby to the door. Mother said, with humor quaint: Careful, Will, dont mar the paint.
Little Willie shot his sister; She was dead before we missed her. Willies always up to tricks. Aint he cute? Hes only six.
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