SILLY LITTLE WILL
Willie was a bad boy
in his youth
Mischievous brat
in a word "uncouth"

Pulling off the wings
of butterflies
Beating little girls
to make them cry
Always fighting after school
He never learned
the golden rule
Had his own view
of right and wrong:
Torment the weak
avoid the strong

Said the old man
to his father's face
"He's of your flesh,
he's your disgrace!"
Silly little Will,
with his childish air
To say the most didn't care

He'd hang up kittens by the tail
Tried to poison the tavern's ale
Before he was
thirteen years of age
Made sure his mommy
met the grave

Said the old man
to his father's face
"He's of your flesh,
he's your disgrace!"
Silly little Will,
with his childish air
to say the most didn't care

Finally Willie's ending came
He'd sent the village up
in flames
The villagers raised
their hands and cried
Swear this time
they'd see him die

Said the old man
with his death-masked face
"Your father's flesh,
You're his disgrace!"
Silly little Will
with his childish air
To say the least, he was scared

Willie was tied
to the miller's stone
To grind his flesh
and crush his bones
Silly little Will
said his final words:
"Doesn't anybody
love me anymore?"

Copyright 1978