Little D’Arcy was only four, but he could tell the time. His mother’s clock would chime and D’Arcy would count out loud: ONE TWO THREE EIGHT! ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE EIGHT! It was always eight o’clock.
Oh! He was soo cute. His parents would bring him out as a bit of entertainment when they had guests. ONE TWO THREE EIGHT!
“Oooh he’s soo cute!” exclaimed the guests. “Oh what a delightful boy!”
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE EIGHT!
These days D’Arcy is all grown up. It’s a shame his parents were too busy to do anything about his lisp.
Weave a Web 
That one is a classic. Driven straight to the boundary, past the fielders still recovering from the lisp.
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I had a lisp as a child so I feel D’Arcy’s pain.
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!!! We had problems with my daughter’s Rs and Ls when she was little (she is Korean) and off she went to the speech pathologist!
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Many a slip twixt five and eight?
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