Please don’t tell my husband if you want to keep it quiet, For he’s bound to give the game away and cause a major riot. Please don’t tell my husband that he mustn’t spill the beans, Unless you want your secret to be smashed to smithereens. Please don’t tell my husband to keep his lips shut tight, ’Cos he’ll go out of his way to shout about it left and right. Please don’t tell my husband just to get it off your chest; There’s every chance he’ll get it wrong and then invent the rest. Please don’t tell my husband not to ruin a surprise, As he really can’t be trusted and it really won’t be wise. But lately I have noticed that before I’d have regrets Anything I tell him now he promptly just forgets.
Sue Wrigley, Hyde, Cheshire.