And he's quiet as can be.
And he's thrown away the key.
Torture him or tease him,
Or tickle till he cries,
He won't give in or say one word
To anyone who tries.
Not the wedgiest of wedgies,
Nor the purple nurple's pinch,
No rain of charlie horses
Will ever make him flinch.
There's nothing to be done, I guess.
That kid, he's got some spine.
His lips are sealed, he'll never yield,
Because that secret's mine.
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