• There was a little girl,
    And she had a little curl
      Right in the middle of her forehead.
    When she was good
    She was very, very good,
      And when she was bad she was horrid.

    One day she went upstairs,
    When her parents, unawares,
      In the kitchen were occupied with meals,
    And she stood upon her head
    In her little...

  • There was a small boy of Quebec,
    Who was buried in snow to his neck;
      When they said. “Are you friz?”
      He replied, “Yes, I is—
    But we don’t call this cold in Quebec.”