me and my little willy

[waterhog]

i lost my willy

its well worked,
even if its small,
i thought he was the king,
and would stand tall.
yes everyone liked,
all loved the willy,
he was so serious at times,
but bombing in the spa was classic silly.
a loverly caring side,
with strict morals,
he would not break them,
no matter how big the camp quarrels.
i thought you had it,
no-one could ever dislike,
and unlike emily,
you was a enjoyable camp bike.
a new phase has hit,
inspired by you "willy" of-course,
and credit to the first jockey,
who dose both arms up when winning on a horse.