It was a dark and stormy night and the sun was shining bright and the roses dipped their petals in the mud, in the mud...

And the doctor's lady cited that for sake of Willie's life they should stop the circulation of his blood. So they dipped his little head in a pot of molten lead and they laid my little Willie down to rest, down to rest. And the robbers came that night and they came without a light and they stole the mustard plaster off his chest.

No more to tease the pussycat or to .....can't remember this part
...or to rub his little nose on the red hot kitchen stove....when they laid my little Willie down to rest.

He kicked the bucket, and stubbed his toe, and made it bleed, and it bled blood...the blood was red, and then he said.....Ouch!

That's all I can remember!