In a land where homes contain secrets
and curtains close to seal them in
where the envelope is licked well
and no sounds can escape,
there are creatures.
They somersault in through the vents and the crack under the door.
Then they cartwheel right into the secret's lair.
They then capture the secret
and encase it in the tiniest of bottles
they squish the cork in tight with their itsy bitsy hands.
With glee they place the bottle in their backpack
and snake their way right back outside.
"Hello world." The secret says.
Once the cork has been popped, anyone can know.
The creatures do jumping jacks,
They bathe in their folly.
This land can only contain "secrets".
What is hidden so well behind the curtains,
Under the vests and inside the olive jar
is easily found by the sticky fingered creatures
and will be exposed before you can paint it a mask.
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