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.