His breeches are torn and the waist's sagging down.
His shirt is all filthy and he's lost his shoes,
and he's lost an ear, which most boys never lose,
he's covered in grime and he smells like a sty,
and he's missing three teeth and he's missing an eye,
but he's still got a smile that's half his head 'round --
what did you do to young Willoughby Brown?