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 Overheard 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!