Written by: SYLVIA Coulstock

I know sometimes I'm naughty, But I find it hard to always be good. To remember not to do things that I shouldn't And to do the things that I should. I know I make you cross and shout When I do naughty things But-if God meant me to be an angel, Then, where did he put my wings? I've looked and looked but I can't find them Or perhaps they never grew. Still I'll pretend I've got them anyway So I can be an angel just for you. But if sometimes I forget, 'Cause I haven't any wings to uncurl Then p'rhaps it's really I'm no angel, But just a little girl.