Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown.
Tapping at the windows,
Crying through the locks,
“Are the children in their beds?
It’s after eight o’clock!”
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown.
Tapping at the windows,
Crying through the locks,
“Are the children in their beds?
It’s after eight o’clock!”
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown.
Tapping at the windows,
Crying through the locks,
“Are the children in their beds?
It’s after eight o’clock!”