Curls

I once knew a little girl,
her hair had a little curl,
a bit more than a little we'll say.
It curled from Sunday all the way to Saturday.

Her mom would help her brush it out
and that would make her scream and shout!
"Kaija, Kaija keep it down in there!"
her dad would shout from his lounging chair.

So little Kaija would zip her lips,
stomp her feet, and shake her hips,
cause her curls would really hurt her head
so much so, she'd wish she were dead.

But after about ten minutes or so
her mom would finally let her hair go,
and Kaija's head wouldn't feel so sore
cause she just couldn't feel it anymore.