This secret I was whispered,
No sense to me it made.
Why me? I do not know.
My thoughts grew very afraid.

Because this, I could not share,
But I had to release the words.
Alone up in the mountains,
My tongue had no reserve.

An unpaid debt to my mind,
Caused me to forget this one key thought;
That the mountains had ears,
And a huge blabbering mouth.

So it slipped through the crevice,
Taking my words was the echo.
It carried this secret to the waves-
Of the deep and treacherous Congo.

Now the creatures of the rainforest,
Do at times thirst.
And they drink from the water,
From which this secret was dispersed.

Now we all have a taste,
To some bitter, others sweet.
Will these words digest?
Oh tell me, *how will they secrete?