Will went on wondrin'
Since the moocow wouldn't say
If they'd e're throw in the towel;
'nstead told him to choose the way
Yet Willy wished she would've
Because broken to the bone
Coward willy couldn't mount for
What it took to pick alone
As fate drew near
Young Willy's fear
turned reason on its head
the boy called out,
"Although you doubt
that I won't soon be dead,
my uddered friend
may meet her end
save that I intervene
I shan't think twice
'bout sacrifice
On forward, clear and keen"
Any deep down inside young Willy
He had held his only choice
For when fine friends find fair trouble
Even willies find their voice
