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!