There was once a man that lived in Philly.
He dreamed he had a dilly.
He went out of his house to search for Wet Willy.
He was all willy nilly about being silly.
The lilies were laughing at him.
He was such a hilly billy.
People laughed at him wherever he went.
Because he was trying to send in mail to Wet Willy.
Will 'e get the mail?
He most certainly did.
He came to the town.
The People stopped to a frown
A frown that could sadden a clown.
Wet Willy was called wet because he always sailed.
And his boats always were poorly built
With the guilt on his face he went to craftsmanship school.
He wasn't a fool, he did so well they think he is cool.
When he built his boat it was shining with trust.
With no rust in sight he might just sail again.
When he sailed it floated.
He certainly wasn't in a gloated state.
Nor was he bloated with arrogance,
He wished the town a good bye and a happy day.
As he went away for the day.
They say they see him once or another.
some day he will return
In turn, a gift of friendship and honor.
Honoring the end of a happy story.
That was a dream come true.
How was this?