Author Mother Goose There was a little girl, she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead; And when she was good, she was very, very good, And when she was bad, she was horrid. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments