There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My mother always told us this poem. I have a head full of curls but my twin, is wavy and when she was little, she had the curl right in the middle of her forehead. What a menace!
ReplyDeleteI love this nursery rhyme.
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