He Said, She Said, I Said, They Said
Sometimes stuff can happen,
Through no fault of your own.
You'd think all that is over,
Once you are fully grown.
People sometimes say things,
That are often taken wrong,
Then they repeat what they have heard,
But sing a different song;
And when the word gets back to you,
You can't believe your ears,
And all that comes about is pain,
Hurt feelings, anger, tears;
Because of what someone has said,
Repeating what they heard,
Though not exactly what was said,
Not stated word for word,
But only what they thought they heard.
It's what they understood.
When you repeat a tale like that,
It does nobody good;
For when you throw bad light on one,
A faint light washes back,
To the place from whence it came,
So you can trace the scat;
And though for some it takes o'er long,
We all eventually learn,
That if you stand too close to fire,
You're gonna get a burn;
So those who tend to carry tales,
Drop names and repeat stories,
Cannot be the best of friends,
They'll just compound your worries.
Judy Ball
(Scat - The poop animals drop in the woods. The sign hunters look for.)
Have you ever noticed that it's easier to learn to speak in two or more languages than it is to keep your mouth shut in one?
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