Hayley’s a pretty but mischievous girl
With a cheeky wee smile
And a saucy wee curl.
But she’d crayon her name
On the living room wall.
Or leave muddy footprints all over the hall.
Her mother would shout
In a voice of despair.
Then Hayley would sulk
And pretend not to hear.
One day in a fit of naughty delight,
She crept out of bed
At morning’s first light.
She sneaked down the stairs,
Through the living room door.
Then into the kitchen
To find sweeties galore.
She ate and she ate
For over an hour,
Till all of the sweeties
Turned her tummy sour.
Then suddenly realising what she had done
She snuck back to her bedroom
Regretting her fun.
Her mummy woke up to the sound of a groan
And rushed to see Hayley,
Then rushed to the phone.
She called for the doctor
Who came straight away
And said to poor Hayley
“In bed you must stay.”
So all through that day laid alone in her bed
Hayley thought of
Where her mischief had led.
Her mummy was startled
To hear Hayley cry
And ran to her bedroom
To find out for why.
“Oh mummy”, said Hayley
Filled with remorse.
“I never did think
How much trouble I cause.
I promise from now on
I’ll try to be good,
I’ll not throw my toys
Or make the sink flood.”
Her mummy just cuddled her tighter than tight
Then kissed both her cheeks
And wished her “Goodnight”
