I wonder what color his nightgown was.
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown,
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children all in bed?
Now it’s eight-o-clock.”
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown,
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
“Are the children all in bed?
Now it’s eight-o-clock.”
