
Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
In his nightgown;
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds?
Now it’s eight o’clock!”
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
In his nightgown;
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds?
Now it’s eight o’clock!”