She goes around telling people her story
Each person told not to repeat it
But each person has heard her
so, is that a secret still?
Should people be left to keep it, if they will?
For if only they, one to another, say her name
They will see their kind of smile is the same
Each thinking what he knows is a well-kept secret
Without knowing her loose lips have once again done their bit!
But, but, perhaps if no one tells the other, she really does have a well-guarded secret?
The question is…if she can’t keep her own secret, whose can she keep?