There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle Of her for'ed When she was good She was very very good But when she was bad She was horrid She stood on her head On her truckle-bed With no one by her to hinder She screamed and she squauled [?] She yelled and she bawled And banged her heels against the winder. [This is how I remember it from my "100 Nursery Rhymes" video, but I couldn't find the lyrics like this anywhere through mudcat or even google. Have a feeling my computer may be at fault, there - sorry, if that's the case!]
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