Not even a crow should know
what now in you I confide
turning his voice too low
he drew him closer to his side.
The listener strained his ears hard
nodded his head in assent
he wouldn't divulge one word
of the secret shared that moment.
Soon his face started showing crease
his belly bulged like balloon
he started feeling ill at ease
the burden was no boon.
He told his wife what now I say
not be passed to another ear
mustn't see the light of day
keep to yourself only my dear.
The secret did her badly tease
made her silent morose
she couldn't breathe without release
must tell someone her close.
The secret spread like forest fire
were talking too many men
winds breathed it in the air
sun shone on it poured rain!
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