The Good Little Girl and Trthe Bad Little Girl

They were as pretty as they could be
In a skirt and jumper way
One was all a young girl should be,
But the other, rather gay!

And their only cause for quarrel
Was a very simple one,
Just that one had all the morals,
And the other, all the fun!

The bad little girl
Took the good little girl
To dine at a place she knew
She had some port
Of the cheaper sort,
And the good girl drank some too!

Said the good little girl,
""Enough I've had,
I am not used to wine!"",
For the good little girl felt rather bad,
But the bad girl, she felt fine!

Then a man crossed over to them,
Whom the bad girl said she knew.
She always said she knew them
At the time, it was quite true!

To accept his Benedictine
The good little girl was loath,
So the bad little girl, she nicked in
And promptly drank them both!

Said the good little girl to the bad little girl,
""It's time for me to go!"".
She said goodbye
And in reply,
Said the bad girl,""Cheerio!"".

So the good girl slipped away,
And that, as very oft occurs,
The good little girl, she caught her bus,
And the bad girl, she missed hers!

Now the good little girl
Met the bad little girl
At eleven o'clock next day
The good girl heard
What had occurred
When the bad girl went her way.

And there's this little fact that must be weighed
In judging good from bad,
That the bad girl wished she had not stayed,
And the good girl wished she had!