There was a little girl
And she had a little curl
Right in 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
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen were occupied with meals.
And she stood upon her head
In her little truckle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
A-playing at a combat in the attic.
But when she climbed the stair,
And found Jemima there,
She took and she did spank her most emphatic.