The Skies can't keep their secret!
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills -- The Hills just tell the Orchards -- And they -- the Daffodils! A Bird -- by chance -- that goes that way -- Soft overhears the whole -- If I should bribe the little Bird -- Who knows but she would tell? I think I won't -- however -- It's finer -- not to know -- If Summer were an Axiom -- What sorcery had Snow? So keep your secret -- Father! I would not -- if I could, Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do, In your new-fashioned world! |