Little Willie

Willie, with a thirst for gore,
Nailed his sister to the door.
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 he kilt her-
Now we have to buy a filter.

Little Willie shot his sister;
She was dead before we missed her.
Willie's always up to tricks.
Ain't he cute? He's only six.