(If you dont have a lisp replace all TH with a S) "I have a lithp," She wath heard to thay, Upon that grey and fateful day Ath she walketh by the thtream. She couldnt thay her etheth (or tho it theemed) But even though she could not thpeak, She wath fair,and mild and meek And tho she thiteth in her tower, Weaving thteadily by the hour. For she hath no reathon to feel glee, Tho she weaveth thteadily. Becauthe a curthe ith upon her, She can only thiteth in her tower, The curthe thaid: "If a man were to kith you, on the lipth you will die a fateful death!" Thith ith why she thiteth in her tower, Tho that she, a blooming flower, Would not be tempted by men at all, And tho in love she would not fall. But one day, out her window she was to glance, Ath though it happened, it wath chance, That she thaw a thpeach therapitht, And realithed how much she'd mithed And begged him, "pleathe do rid my toungue, of thith dreadful lithp -have pity,for i am young." He lent forward and gave her thith, A thoft, thweet and gentle kith. "Im cured!" She cried, "i can speak again! No longer shall i endure this sin!" But she realised oh too late, The kiss had only sealed her fate. It happened as the curse fortold, "Oh sweet life!" She wept and sighed, And with that she fell and died. And those who heard that she had died, All beat their breasts in sorrow and cried, "She was the one we loveth best! But now she has been laid to rest, Our Sweet Lady Lispalot." -------------------------------------