A Very Sad Story of Our Little Will (Who Tried With His Might, But Just Could Not Sit Still)

Young William was seven, but as I'll relate;
Tomorrow the small boy would be turning eight.

A party was scheduled three months in advance,
And nothing at all would be left up to chance.

A pony would be there, and also a clown.
And children were coming from all over town.

As soon as the school bell had ended the day,
They'd start with the party with haste, right away.

Now, Will was excited and couldn't quite sleep.
He tried singing songs, and he tried counting sheep.

Then soon he was sleeping, and make no mistake,
He dreamed of balloons and of ice cream and cake.

Quite early that morning did William arise,
Before the bright sun had appeared in the skies.

Will stopped for some breakfast of waffles and juice.
He tried to relax, but it just was no use.

He had to keep moving, he had to get dressed.
He wore just the clothes that he thought would look best.

His mother fixed lunch, and he took it to school.
He went to his classroom and sat on his stool.

The teacher was teaching the class how to spell,
But Will wasn't able to listen real well.

And when the nice teacher called out William's name,
He didn't respond and so over she came.

She said, "Dear young man, I was talking to you.
And paying attention is what you should do."

He said he was sorry, and tried to be good,
But just couldn't do it as well as he should.

He twiddled his thumbs and then twiddled his toes.
And then with his eyes tried to look at his nose.

If the bell for his recess had not rung just then,
He was going to write on his desk with a pen.

But now he was free and he ran with his might.
He ran till the classroom was just out of sight.

And then he ran back just as fast as he could,
And climbed on a ladder and fort made of wood.

Then he swung on a swing and he played in the sand.
And he dug several tunnels around with his hand.

But when the bell rang to return to his seat,
He trudged slowly back and was dragging his feet.

He sat and he listened, but couldn't just sit.
And so he decided he'd stretch for a bit.

His arms and his legs went all over the place,
And he walloped his classmate right smack in the face.

A pretty young girl, who then started to cry.
And Will hid his face as the teacher came by.

The teacher consoled the poor whimpering lass,
And told little Will to report after class.

When school had concluded, the children all ran
To get to Will's party before it began.

But Will had to face the effects of his might,
And the teacher instructed the poor boy to write:

"William Won't Wiggle and Will not act Wild."
(A difficult phrase for an eight-year-old child.)

She told him to write it down five hundred times.
(A punishment fitting some much harsher crimes.)

He missed half his party before he was done,
And then quickly home the sad boy had to run.

He sat on the pony, ate ice cream and cake.
And for him, the clown, funny faces did make.

Will smiled and with all the children did play.
But he learned a wonderful lesson that day -

Sometimes we must listen and sit very still.
And that is the story of our little Will.