My urchin girl

A girl, an urchin girl,
A girl with head full of curls,
A girl of beauty so benign,
A wayward, shifty, Wicked smile.
She danced on a bicycle,
Calling out to me;
I took her in my arms in reverie.
She played truth or dare
With compulsion out of bounds,
With dirt in her hair,
Her mind so sound.
She loved the fruitful cry of nature,
Her life, a veritable adventure.
She gave hugs of glee,
With a laughter so smooth,
She was growing up,
And had lost a tooth.
I wonder where she is now,
My little friend I wonder how
You did the little things you did,
May life be kind to you, God forbid.