The Girl Who Lisps Poem by Robert Kirkland Kernighan

My love is light as a will-o'-the-wisp,

Oh, my, me !
My love she speaks with a little lisp,

Oh, my, me !

' Do n't kith me, pleath, it tumblth my hair,
Do n't squeeth my hand my heart is there'-
And that is more than I can bear,

Me, oh, my !

She 's wee and wise, she 's great and good,

Me, oh, my !
I 'd ring her finger if I could,

My, oh, me !



And when I say kind things to her
She drops her head ' I thank you, thir,'
I think I hear a kitten purr,
Oh, my, me !

' It ithent pothible,' she said,

Me, oh, my !
' You have really lotht your head,'

My, oh, me !

Tho' cute the cunning little crow,
Searched in my face for weal or woe,
' Now, do you really love me tho?'
Oh, my, me !

I pulled the license out, and she,

Me, oh, my !
Looked just as bashful as could be,

My, oh, me !

I said I 'd love her, life or death
I listened then with bated breath
She clasped my hand, and whispered ' Yeth,'

Me, oh, my !