Some folks spend more'n half their life,
Discussing other's business.
The way they talk and carry on,
Can really shock the senses.
It seems sometimes they know much more,
'Bout certain folks than they do.
They don't care 'bout who gets hurt,
Because, you see, it's all true.
They huddle 'round their tea and cakes,
Discussing all and sundry.
No one's safe from their critique,
They'll air your dirty laundry.
Of course they're sure to let you know,
That they don't just spread gossip,
And if by chance such word gets out,
You're duty bound to stop it.
Why they would never meddle 'round,
Just spurring fabrication.
The very thought they'd stoop so low,
Is quite beneath their station.
Just cut it short right here and now,
And see it goes no further.
Just keep it here between we two,
And just a few close others.
"THE HEART OF THE RIGHTEOUS STUDIETH TO ANSWER;
BUT THE MOUTH OF THE WICKED POURETH OUT EVIL."