There was a little girl
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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.
(The picture is of my cousin's daughter, Nanny's great-granddaughter, who was the flower girl in our wedding, and to whom the poem could probably be applied.)