The birds are crazy now.
I saw something similar to this on Facebook. Decided to customize it.
There was a little girl
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 (or maybe a brat?)
I think my mom used to recite this poem...
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