k.k.k. katie

not so long ago this little girl lived with us

when she was as tall as a door knob

it seemed as though she ran into one at least once a day.

my sister had a friend named katie

that's when i knew i would name a little girl

katie.

not katherine

not kathleen

just katie...katie carter.

she broke her arm riding our banister 

from the second floor to the first

she just went plop-- over the side.

but, she was like that

full of fun and adventure

and good ol' fashioned mischief.

she has a great laugh

and when she's around

somehow there's a lot to laugh about.

she always hated to be told what to do

sassy is in her blood

i love that about her.

and even though she lives far away

in the windy city

i feel very close to her.

wishing you could hear her laugh

then we all would have to join in

and share in her glow.

k.k.k. katie

beautiful katie

you really are the
g.g.g. girl we all adore.

when the m. moon shines
over the mountain
i'll be waiting at the
k.k.k. kitchen door.

it's true dear Kate
i'll always be waiting for you.


(some lyrics by Geoffrey O'Hara and published in 1918)

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