Wee Willie Winkie,
Running through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
In his nightgown,
Knocking at the window,
And crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds,
It’s past eight o’clock.
Wee Willie Winkie
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This made my day. Ha ha he said winky.