Willie and three other brats
Ate up all the Rough-On-Rats.
Papa said when mama cried
"Don't worry, dear, they'll die outside."

Little Willie, in bows and sashes
Fell in the fire and got burned to ashes.
Nowadays, when the weather gets chilly
Nobody likes to poke up Willie.

Little Willie, from the mirror,
Licked the mercury all off
Thinking in his childish error
It would cure the whooping cough
At the funeral willie's mother
Sadly said to Mrs. Brown
'Twas a chilly day for Willie
When the mercury went down.