Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown,
Rapping at the windows,
Crying through the locks,
“I’ve lost my keys, my feet are cold,
THERE’S A HOLE IN MY SOCK!”
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Enid Blyton was never like this!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 