Surely Sung and Never Unrung

 ‘Tis said you can’t unring a bell;
Resounding gongs their stories tell.
The chime plays out. Sound the alarm.
Call constable, patrol, gendarme.

Appealing secrets bell the cat
And fill vain ears with dark chitchat.
They hollow ring, when once begun –
Take teller to the lowest rung.

So ring it up. Announce the charge.
For he who tolls is still at large.
Though he go jingling merrily,
Bell, book, and candle hold the key.
c2018 by Linda Ann Nickerson

Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.

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