Little Willie

Little Willie in the best of sashes
Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes.
Latter on the room grew chilly
But no one cared to poke poor Willie.

—Misquoted from Harry Graham, Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes, http://www.ruthlessrhymes.com/ruthless_rhymes/tenderheartedness.html

Little Willie in a fit of spite
Hung himself in his Ma's boudoir
Appalled, she cried, in the morning light,
"You've gone and spoiled my peignoir!"