Little Willie played with spiders
Gluing them to paper gliders
Then threw them toward the crackling fire,
A game of which he’d never tire.
To filch a glass of Poppa’s wine,
But when he got a little drunk,
He fell into the pool and sunk.
Little Willie, out of spite,
Pulled his sister’s pigtails tight,
But she, like him, as full of trouble,
Then tossed him on a pile of rubble.