She had a little gentle lisp
She gave a little whimper whenever we kithed
Her ‘TH' sounds were more or less
Like random ‘Effs' I must confess
Her episodes of disarray
Were mixed in with the words she'd say
She never blushed or fell apart
Her vocabulary was not that smart
But still I loved her every ounce of her
Even though her mind was everywurr
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