Naughty Girl
There was a naughty girl
And what a naughty girl she was!
For nothing would she ever do
But daydream all day long!
She wouldn’t eat her oatmeal
Instead, would quietly suck her thumb
When came time to dress for school
She wouldn’t comb her hair
She'd much rather munch on a cookie
Scolded, run to Papa in tears
When the school bell rang at eight
She would be running late
And when walked to her school house
She wouldn’t enter her class!
She spent a whole year sitting in her eldest sister’s class
The nuns, they tried to bribe her
With cookies and some milk
There were times she’d eat the cookies
But wouldn’t drink all the milk!
She was taken on her first field trip
To the ocean’s shore one day
And Excitement filled those eyes
That widened at the sight of rolling waves
She screeched endlessly and clapped her hands in play!
On the next day she went willingly to her classroom
And was asked to write about the trip
She held her pencil to paper and wrote
Her very frst poem at the age of six
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