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[Anonymous No.916133]

Willie, with a thirst for gore,
Nailed baby to the door.
Mother said, with humor quaint,
"Willie, dear, don't nick the paint."

[Anonymous No.916146]

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[Anonymous No.916185]

Willie cut off his sister's head
And left it lying hairless.
"Really, Willie," said his mother,
"You sure are getting careless."

[Anonymous No.916188]

Willie poisoned his father's tea;
Father died in agony.
Mother came, and looked quite vexed:
"Really, Will," she said, "what next?!"

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[Anonymous No.916196]

Little Willie with a shout,
Gouged the baby's eyeballs out;
Stamped on them to make them pop.
Mother cried, "Now, William, stop!"

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Little Willie,
Willy won't go home
But you can't push Willie 'roud,
Willie won't go
Tried telling everybody but, Oh no
Little Willie,
Willie Won't Go home.

[Anonymous No.916203]

Willie with the nursery shears
Cut off both the baby's ears.
This made baby so unsightly
Mother raised her eyebrows slightly.

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[Anonymous No.916918]

Is this the classic campfire song, "The Dummy Line"?
Cuz that's what it sounds like to me. Even if it wasn't, I loved this song as a little kid.

The refrain:

Dummy Line, Dummy Line,
Rain or shine you'll pay your fine.
Rain or shine you'll pay your fine,
So ride ride ride on the Dummy Line!

Some verses I remember:


Little Willy in the best of sashes
Fell into the fire an' was burned to ashes.
By and by, the room grew chilly;
no one had the heart to poke poor Willy!

Little Willy, just for fun,
Shot her sister with a bebe gun!
Mother said "I'm ashamed o' you!
Ya shoulda shot her with a .22!"

There is a man whose name is Bill
Lives on top of a garbage hill!
Never bathed and never will;
Come on, boys! Let's spit on Bill!

Too bad no one sings these songs anymore.