Jemima

There was a little girl, and she had a little curl,

Right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good, she was very very good,

But when she was bad she was horrid.

One day she went upstairs while her parents, unawares,

In the kitchen down below were at their meals,

And she stood upon her head, on her little trundle bed,

And she then began hurraying with her heels.

Her mother heard the noise, And thought it was the boys,

A-playing at a combat in the attic,

But when she climbed the stair and saw Jemima there,

She took her and did spank her most emphatic!