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.

The girl's name was Elizabeth Afton

And she was a child all dressed in satin.

She had a dress of pink and a bow of red

That rested atop an orange-haired head.

And when she was good,

She was very, very good.

She knew how to play the part

Of Daddy's perfect little sweetheart

Whenever placed into the public eye.

Never once did they think to ask why

Because when she was good,

She was very, very good.

Then one day that little girl asked her Daddy so plainly

"Will you build me a big fancy robo dolly?"

And the foolish old man could not deny her

For he loved her more than any other

Because when she was good,

She was very, very good.

So for many days and nights he toiled away

Until her desire saw the light of day.

And when Elizabeth saw it, a smile split across her face from end to end

But what Daddy didn't know was why Elizabeth wanted that metallic friend

Because when she was good,

She was very, very good

She stole away one night in the dark

To find her robot and all its parts

Whereupon she quickly rebuilt its programming and form

Until a whole new machine had been born

And when the robot was good, it was very, very good

But then Elizabeth made it bad

And when it was bad

It was horrid.

Whenever Daddy was gone,

Little Elizabeth would egg the robot on.

It would send all the other children running home

Now too scared to sleep on their own.

When she was good,

She was very, very good

But when she was bad

She was horrid.

And then there came a day when someone made her mad

It was someone she thought was very, very bad.

So her robot made the man's heart come to a halt

But no one ever realized it was Elizabeth's fault

Because when she was good,

She was very, very good.

Her robot was the one to take the fall

Thrown away, cogs, gears and all.

It sadden Elizabeth to see it be taken away.

But she had more plans in store anyway

Because when she was bad

She was horrid.

But Daddy foolishly brought the robot back

Claiming that he had fixed what was all out of whack

Elizabeth pretended to be full of joy

Now that this robot was once again her toy

Because when she was good,

She was very, very good

But she knew it was not safe anymore in case Daddy knew

So she sent her robot after him too

Then she got rid of her brothers

And any further suspicious others

Because when she was bad,

She was horrid.

There are two little girls

They have two little curls

Right in the middle of their foreheads

And when they are good,

They are very, very good

But when they are bad,

They are HOMICIDAL

AN: The fic, obviously, is based off the poem of the same name (There Was a Little Girl Who Had a Little Curl). I know my poem's rhyme scheme doesn't match the original, but I suck at poetry. I just got inspired to write it, so here you go. Hope you like! (Also, the last line is based off a song by Emilie Autumn called "Time For Tea" which kind of parodies and references this poem).

Also also, quick summary that here, Elizabeth asks for Baby because she wants a killer robot, but since she knows she can't make such a demand, she hides it under the sweet little girl façade of asking for a friend. William makes her the robot but, in this canon, it's Elizabeth who turns Baby into a monster, a slave to her every desire, programmed to want to do whatever she says. In short, Elizabeth is the psycho in this story and William and the two sons are normal.

Also also also, I have 3 more stories (or more, based on reader requests) based off this poem, so I'm combining them all into one work, though not a single chapter is supposed to be related to the other. It's an anthology based off of one poem, if you will.