Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (American poet, 1807-1882) There was a little girl, who had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead, And when she was good, she was very, very good, But when she was bad she was horrid. She stood on her head, on her little trundle bed, With nobody …
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