There once was a girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
And when she was good
She was very good indeed
And when she was bad she was horrid
My mother always used to say this little rhyme to tease me when I had been naughty because I have curly hair. I always thought it came from this kids poem book we had. Today online I looked it up and found out this is a Longfellow poem composed apparently by him to sing to his second daughter whom he had to, as his son put it “get up and down with” at night. Who knew…
