There was a little girl

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, 

and when she was bad, 

she was horrid.

Grandma used to sing me that song when I was a little girl. There is something about being back home in Dad's magical garden that makes me revert back to my childhood and want to play fairies in the forest.