The Naughty Little Girl.
She is cunning, she is tricky. I am greatly grieved to tell. And her hands are always sticky With sweets or caramel; Her dolly’s battered features Tell of many a frantic hurl; She’s the terror of her teachers— That naughty little girl! She dotes upon bananas, And she smears them on my knees, And she peppers my Havannahs. And she laughs to hear me sneeze; Ami she steals into my study, And she turns my books awhirl. And her boots are always muddy— That naughty little girl! When she looks as she were dreaming Of the angels in the air, I know she’s only scheming How to slyly pull my hair; Yet—why, I can’t discover — Spite of every tangled curl, She’s a darling, and I ’ove her— That naughty little giri!
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIX, Issue XXV, 20 December 1902, Page 1593
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135The Naughty Little Girl. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXIX, Issue XXV, 20 December 1902, Page 1593
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