Whisper to yourself but never be heard
To be yourself within yours’lf for yourself
Take heed of a parrot or any bird
And keep the fan of your tongue on the shelf
A word spoken but a seed sown to grow
Yield and multiply for many a fold
How often people compose lies to show
The flim-flam true stories that were ne’er told
Quit those people who flock ’round you like bees
To suck the nect’r in your flower of life
In need they are not the wine but the lees
In the cup full of your sweat in the strife
Be yourself within yourself for yourself
And keep most of what you hear on the shelf