I’m that little girl

Who had the little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead

When I’m good, I’m very, very good

But when I’m bad, I’m horrid

Well, maybe not horrid, but not very nice

My cranky comes out and it comes with a price

My eyebrows go low when my temper goes high

My teeth bite my lip, my eyes well to cry

My ears turn bright red, and that’s not so pretty

My sense of humor flees, and so does my witty

My patience runs thin as my voices becomes thick

My head starts to hurt, I start to feel sick

The look on my face makes wrinkles appear

And I think I look fatter, or is that just my mirror?

Being a grump isn’t good for my me

It’s bad for my health and makes me ugly

The nasty inside comes out to be seen

And no one likes a girl who is nasty and mean

But when I’m good, I’m very, very good

So here’s what I’ll do, I think that I should

Take the curl in the middle of my head (only metaphorically….you know my hair is stick straight!)

And make it bend the other way, the happy way, instead

That way makes the smile come out

Away goes the sad face and its ugly pout

My eyebrows go up, my temper comes down

I don’t bite my lip so I don’t have to frown

My ears go back to a sweet shade of pink

My humor returns and so does my wink

Here comes my patience and my voice returns

My headache is gone, and so’s my heartburn

Frown wrinkles vanish, I’m looking quite thin (no, actually, it IS the mirror…)

So my cranky’s defeated and my happy does win.

The moral of the story, in case you haven’t guessed

Be careful how you comb your hair, and you’ll save yourself some stress!