When They All Go Away.

You little girl, again it's your turn. Your writing is even and straight and always right. Put the words on the board for the others. The teacher doesn't say "all the others do is just scribble."
Just because daddy picks me up doesn't make me better, I just have to be right. When he's pleased I get prizes and pretty girly things. When I'm bad, he snarls and sometimes says mean things. Later he's sorry he says, "let's buy a toy." Either way I'm rewarded! So today I want a jewelry box. It's so easy with just my two feet.