Once upon a time,
There lived a little girl who loved to rhyme,
She scribbled notes for her granny,
And destroyed pearl necklaces that belonged to her nanny,
She ate too much,
And spoke too much,
She wasn't too naughty,
Perhaps a wee bit haughty,
For the longest time, she had no sense of being a little lady,
She wore boxer shorts and fell off her bicycle like crazy,
A bump and a bruise,
A lady bug and some mud, all came to her use,
Alas, one day, puberty caught up,
And momma told her to sit up,
No more torn boxers and behaving like a boy,
No more plastic guns for toys,
Behave, behave, behave,
Ultimately, she had to cave,
But under all the sparkly eyeliners,
There still lives that crazy little girl, who loves burgers and milkshake diners,
She continues to eat too much,
And talk too much,
The world can align,
For she ain't falling in line!
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