Hush, hush

As the words are spread

Like jelly on toast

And butter on bread


Hush, hush

It has been said

“Don’t tell a soul or else I’m dead!”


Hush, hush

What started out as a secret

Turned out to be news

‘Cause you couldn’t keep it.


Hush, hush

“On the down low”?

It’ll never work out; it’ll just grow


Don’t blame others for starting gossip

If you were the first one to toss it


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