Willie found some dynamite.
Couldn't understand it, quite.
Curiosity never pays;
It rained Willie seven days.
Little Willie, in bows and sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes.
Though Winter's come and days grow chilly,
Noone wants to poke up Willie.
Willie and some other brats
Licked up all the Rough-On-Rats.
Father said when Mother cried,
"Never mind, they'll die outside."
...and my personal favorite:
Willie fell down the elevator.
Wasn't found 'til six days later,
When all the neighbors sniffed "Gee whiz!"
"What a spoiled child Willie is!"
Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week. Try the veal.