I offer you a glimpse of my adorable icon, and the even more adorable full photo:
There was a little girl who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
and when she was good, she was very very good --
but when she was bad she was horrid!
(I switched the toys -- they gave me the bear but I wanted the plane! My little brother didn't like the switch though.)
I've always thought that little poem fit me very well.