Classic Poem

Oh ! we 're the pretty gossips of renown,
Who never let a secret tumble down.
 We ring a little bell
 When there 's anything to tell,
And spread it on the quiet through the town.

For we are the gossips ,
The merry, merry gossips,
 The laughing, chaffing gossips of the town.
For we prattle and we tattle,
And our little tongues we rattle,
 And we never let a secret tumble down.

Oh! we 're the busy gossips, people say,
Who never let a secret go astray.
  We know just what to do:—
  Pass it round among the few
Until we have it fully under way.

Whene'er we hear of something very good
We tell it all around the neighborhood;
  For no one can refuse
  A bit of spicy news;
Folks would n't stop our prattle if they could.

Oh! we 're the dizzy gossips people fear;
We catch up all the naughty things we hear;
  We 've always got our “phiz,”
  Into other people's “biz,”
To discover something just a trifle queer.