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Oh, naughty, naughty, naughty, / To knock the baby down, / Oh, what a dreadful temper! / Oh, what an ugly frown!
Why did you do it, Willie? / It wasn't brave at all, / The baby knows no better / Because he is so small.
He only thought it funny / To overturn your blocks, / You shouldn't mind, my Willie; / His little playful knocks.
I want my Willie dearie, / To be a little man, / Be kind to little brother, / And gentle as you can.