You’ve surely heard of Goldilocks and all that she had done?
But this was just the start of it, for villainy was fun.
At first she thought it was a joke to tell her teacher lies,
But teachers weren’t born yesterday, and most of them are wise.
The teacher checked her story out, and yes, she’d met the bears.
Most certainly she’d told the truth of porridge, stools and stairs.
But the bears had gone to the Police and reported Goldilocks:
But what the Police then said to them came as an awful shock.
This dreadful girl, with thieving ways was sought in every place.
She’d burgled homes of every kind and gone without a trace.
She’d stolen gold from palaces - and even the Queen’s soap!
Then from the Vatican she stole the Bible of the Pope.
Santa's toys for boys and girls? Yes, stolen from his sleigh -
And house breaking? Oh yes, yes yes - she did this night and day!!
The Police arrested her at school and locked her up in jail,
So you may not hear of Goldilocks in any other tale.
Or perhaps you may hear of her again.
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