Willie, with a thirst for gore,
Nailed his sister to the floor.
Mother said, with humor quaint:
“Now, Willie dear, don’t scratch the paint.”
In the family drinking well
Willie pushed his sister Nell.
She’s there yet, because it kilt her –
Now we have to buy a filter.
Willie saw some dynamite,
Couldn’t understand it quite;
Curiosity seldom pays:
It rained Willie seven days.