You promised me, Greengrass, not to tell what you heard. Whispering Grass, say, you can't keep your word. Keep your word, sing, Lofty. Why do you whisper, Greengrass? Why tell the trees what ain't so? Whispering Grass, the trees don't have to know, no, no. Why tell them all your secrets, who kissed there long ago? Whispering Grass, the trees don't need to know. Don't you tell me to the breeze, for she will tell the birds and bees, and everyone will know. Because you told the blabbering trees, yes, you told them once before, it's no secret anymore. Why tell them all the old things, they're buried under the snow? Whispering Grass, don't tell the trees, cause the trees don't need to know. Don't you tell it to the breeze, cause she will tell the birds and bees, and everyone will know. Because you told the blabbering trees, oh yes, you told them once before, and it is no secret anymore. I will not have gossip in this jungle. Why tell them all the old things, they're buried under the snow? Whispering Grass, don't tell the trees, cause the trees don't need to know. Don't you tell it to the breeze, cause she will tell the birds and bees, and everyone will know. Because you told the blabbering trees, oh yes, you told them once before, and it is