Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine. Vol. 102, No. 4 & 5. Whole No. 618 & 619, October 1993

Willie, just to settle a score,

Nailed his sister to a door.

Said his Dad, a little quaint,

“Where’d you get the pretty paint?”

He had a brother, five years old,

Let him freeze out in the cold.

Propped him up, out in the shed,

Willie likes his brother dead.

Willie like a big bad bear,

Pushed his Aunty down the stair.

Said his Mom, acting silly,

Now you’ve widowed Uncle Billy.

Willie burned the little shanty,

In it was his dear old granny.

Grandpa got so very mad,

He up and thrashed our Willie, bad.

Willie said, “You go to Hell,”

And Grandpa threw him down the well.

He screamed and screamed all night and day.

But Mom and Dad had moved away.

Grandpa felt so very sad,

For he had loved that Willie lad.

And from that well there grew for all to see,

A weeping, Willie, Willow Tree.