(Sung to the tune of "Polly Wolly Doodle")
Little Willy saw a mill saw buzz,
Didn't know quite what it was,
Now his arm is full of nicks,
And, Alas! poor Willy, he's cut in six.
Faretheewell, my fairy Fay,
For I'm goin' to Louisiana,
For to see my Susianna,
Singin' Polly Wolly Doodle all the day.
Little birdie in the sky,
Dropped some whitewash in my eye,
Says I to me; says me to I,
"I'm sure glad that cows can't fly!"
Little Willy coming home from school,
Spied a dollar at the foot of a mule,
He stooped down to get it,
quiet as a mouse,
Funeral tomorrow at little Willy's house!
There was an old witch by the name of Nan,
Who tried to pass as an ice cream man,
Couldn't fool the kids,
they all stayed home,
They would not buy from an ice cream crone.
There once was a doctor,
his name was Peck,
He fell in a well and he broke his neck,
It served him right, for he should've known,
To tend to the sick and leave the well alone!
Little Willy found some dynamite,
He didn't understand it, quite,
But curiosity never pays,
It rained Willy for several days.