Wee Willie Winkie sat up in bed,
Stubbornly shaking his curly head—
The moon shone bright as day;
"I'll run through the town myself," said he,
"And see if they all asleep can be—
I think they are all at play!"
Wee Willie Winkie—no shoes on his feet,
No hat on his head—ran down the street,
And he called at every lock:
"Are your babies asleep in their cradles now?