No more he gives his nursey pain–
Our Willie is a dear,
“I wish that Christmas, came” said Jane
A dozen times a year!”
Published December 17, 1913 in the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Now that Willie’s blown to pieces
All his uncles, aunts, and nieces,
Can’t his little antics stop
Before they make me blow my top?
Let him lie disintegrate
Or some one else will share his fate.
Bid the bards desist from work
On Will before I go berserk.
— Roger L. Waring
Published November 28, 1950 in the Cleveland Plain Dealer.