THERE was a little girl, she wore a little hood, And a curl down the middle of her forehead, 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 occupied with meals, And she stood upon her head, on her little truckle-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 and she did whip her most emphatic! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON FALSE FRIENDS-LIKE by WILLIAM BARNES THYESTES, ACT 2: CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA MORNING MIST by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TWELVE SONNETS: 1. THY SWEETNESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |