There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
2 comments:
I know this poem from my childhood and totally loved this post!
Such a sweet post about your curly-haired girl!
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