This is a rhyme about a little girl who didn't want any rules. |
She didn't use her listening ears, or her quiet feet. She didn't don her thinking cap, or sit still in her seat. And so... What did she do then, you think? this bad little kid? She packed up her backpack, and went her merry way, she did. "I'm outta here," she said. "I know enough already." The class was so glad she left, They all threw up confetti! First... She spied the matches ten all in a row, she thought how great it would be if she could see them glow! Just once wouldn't hurt. Who would really care? So she leaned over, struck one, and burned off all her hair! And then... Bad little bald little Kay found a bottle on a table. Too bad she could not read it said POISON on the label. She took a great big gulp and began to jump about. For when it reached her tummy, it ate her insides out! And then... Bad little bald little hollow little Kay ran up stairs one day, tripped and broke off both her legs on a skate she didn't put away. I don't care, thought she, I can still go out to play. And so... Bad little, bald little, hollow, broken little Kay rolled out to cross the road not looking either way. Bad little, bald little, hollow, broken little Kay, now flat as a dime. How did she get this way? Don't you worry. Don't you fret. Don't worry your noggin Not one little bit. Don't cry your eyes out Til your face is all wet. Thank our lucky stars this time. It's not a true story, It's only a rhyme. So if you'll sit on the carpet criss-cross applesauce, We'll cuddle up and giggle, and read it one more time. |