Little Rascal

She’s just such a rascal you wouldn’t believe

She stays up till late – even on Christmas Eve.      

In the mornings she’s sleepy – can’t get out of bed

Pulls the covers up tight, right up over her head.

Stumbles out of the shower and into her clothes,

No time for a comb through her hair ‘fore she goes.

She rides on her bicycle all through the town,

Don’t get in her way or she might run you down!

She shouts at old dears who stray into her path,

It seems no one is safe from the girl-racer’s wrath.

Red hair like a sail as it flies in the breeze,

Watch her speed down the lane just as fast as you please.

When she’s home she will loaf on the sofa all day.

If it itches she scratches, till the itch goes away.

On the table before her I’m sure you will see

Crispy snacks, chocolate wrappers, a cup of cold tea.

She’s just such a rascal you wouldn’t believe;

The loveliest rascal my heart can conceive.