The Well Wishing of William Wainright
So by the well William wished away
A few cents in for some better days
He closed his eyes, while wishing strong
And hoped that it would not take long
He walked then from the wishing well
Found a close lake and sat a spell
He quickly then did close his eyes
Waking, years later, to his surprise
Upon his face new whiskers grew
A dark brown growth, with grays, a few
He stood so slowly, stretching all
To see, he’s now about six feet tall
The wish, the wish, it had come true
Years had passed, like birds it flew
He did not know what year it be
Starting then he walked walk to see
He found himself then close to home
Thinking then if it was wrong
To wish away the many years
The sight of home, it brought new fears
Quickly then to the well he ran
Hoping to reverse the wish at hand
And stumbling then upon a rock
He hit his head and reversed the clock
Awakening then again as a boy
A sight he did so much enjoy
He checked his body up and down
Neither beard nor height could then be found
He made one wish again this time
To destroy the well that bore the crime
So at the place of the wishing well
William Wainright wished the well to hell
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