Ickle bickle coo

We had a secret code, made only for us two

We squeezed hands and whispered “Ickle bickle coo”

But loose lips sink hearts and you sold our cipher cheap

Our Enigma secret broken, no longer to be unique

Decoded and eroded oh “Ickle bickle coo”,

It’s now a little different, “Words unlovely, untrue”

The End

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