who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good, she was really, really good
And when she was bad (Cakester's is never bad), she was horrid.
My grandma used to sing that song to me. Now I get to sing it to Eliza.
Friday, February 17, 2012
There once was a girl
who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good, she was really, really good
And when she was bad (Cakester's is never bad), she was horrid.
My grandma used to sing that song to me. Now I get to sing it to Eliza.
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