Jemima
There was a little girl, who she had a little curl,
right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good,
she was very, very good,
but when she was bad
she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs,
while her parents unawares
down below at their meal in the kitchen in the kitchen down below were at their meals
Then she stood upon her head, on her little truckle bed,
and she then began hurraying with her heels.
They Her mother heard a the noise
and thought it was the boys
aplaying at astatic a combat in the attic.
But when they she climbed the stairs
and found saw Jemima there,
they She took her and did spank her
quite most emphatic.
my mind, in mull mode, just doesn’t work well, or focus well, for that matter…smile…
beauty in the mundane 
My mom would quote this sometimes because apparently I could be a bit horrid now and then–but she always stopped at “horrid.” So I didn’t know there was another stanza! Perhaps she didn’t want me to hear about the spanking, because I can’t remember a single time my Mom spanked me. This is fun and charming, and I’m SO glad you joined Mega Memory Month! I hope you jump in again in a few months, because it’s an honor to have you join me in the effort.
Funny, I didn’t know that the poem went on either!
Thanks for sharing.
I have heard that poem many times — perhaps I was a real horror!!