Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,  
 Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;  
 Now, although the room grows chilly,  
 I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes (1899) 'Tender-Heartedness'
Billy, in one of his nice new sashes,  
 Fell in the fire and was burnt to ashes;  
 Now, although the room grows chilly,  
 I haven't the heart to poke poor Billy.
Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes (1899) 'Tender-Heartedness'