I told a secret to a good old friend
About a golden ring I had just found
Whilst working on my treasured flower bed
I'd dug it up from deeply in the ground
Because the ring was rather valuable
I told him not to tell a single soul
And so I left him standing at the bar
As I returned, unthinking, to my hole
My friend them spoke to Barmy at the Inn
About these many wondrous golden rings
He said they must be worth a fair few coins
But cautioned Barmy not to say a thing
Yet later Barmy went and told his wife
He spoke of many rings and coins of gold
And mused they'd have the shine of many gems
He warned that no-one else must now be told
But Barmy's wife did gossip to the Shirriff
Of rings and coins and gems and all the rest
Imagining too much for just one hand
How surely there's enough to fill a chest
The Shirriff then reported to the Mayor
About this treasure chest that was unearthed
Deciding that there certainly was more
He wondered greatly of this treasure's worth!
The Mayor then came a-knocking at my door
Demanding now to see my hoarded wealth
But all I had was just a single ring
Just sitting in a vase upon a shelf
Be careful when you let a secret go
It flies and soon becomes quite something else
A secret's not a secret if it's told
So best to keep that secret to yourself!
