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
But when she was bad she was horrid
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is one of my favourite poem/nursery rhyme. You can almost envision the sweetest little girl who can turn into a little brat at the drop of a hat.
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Curly locks
URLY locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!