The Little Willie poems arose from an as yet unknown source and found a home in a children's book in the 1960's.
This is all I know! Any new, better, or more interesting information is welcomed.
Pushed his sister in the well.
Said his mother, while drawing water,
"It's so hard to raise a daughter."
Little Willie Winkle,
With a thirst for gore,
Stapled his sister to the door.
"Now, Willie", his mother said, with humor quaint,
"Don't do that, you'll scratch the paint."
Little Willie, full of Hell,
Pushed his sister down the well.
Said his mother above her screams,
"He's much nicer than he seems."
Little Willie, in the best of sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes.
By and by the room grew chilly,
But no one liked to poke up Willie.
Little Willie hung his sister.
She was dead before we missed her.
Willie is always up to tricks.
Ain't he cute? And he's just six.
Couldn't understand it quite.
Curiosity never pays.
It rained Willie seven days.
Little Willie's gone for good.
We won't see Willie more.
For what he thought was H2O,
Was H2SO4.
Little Willie,
Pair of skates.
Hole in ice,
Golden Gates.
Little boy,
Busy street.
Motor car,
Sausage meat.
Boy with pliers,
Electric wires.
Blue flashes,
Boy ashes.
Willie poisoned his father's tea.
His father died in agony.
Mother came and looked quite vexed.
"Really, Will," she said, "What next!"
Little Willie from the mirror,
sucked the mercury off.
Thinking in his childish error,
It would cure his whooping cough.
At the funeral his grieving father,
Sadly said to Mrs. Brown,
"Twas a chilly day for Willie,
When the mercury went down."
Little Willie lit a rocket,
Which was in his father's pocket.
Next day he told Cousin Dan,
"My daddy is a traveling man."