There was a little girl, who had a little curl. . .

Thanks to Mr. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Mollykins has been quoted (actually most people misquoted) this poem quite often.  I am assuming we will be hearing it until the day her little curl grows out.   Oh how I hope her little curl never grows out. 

I would have to say that Miss Molls it living up to Mr, Longfellow's observation.  

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.

 Luck for us we have more good days then horrid days. :)