There was a little girl

Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead,
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.

Except her curl isn’t in the middle
And she’s never horrid.
She just wears herself out trying to please.

We took on the rain for a dog walk and the wind curled hair and blew work and school away.