The Secret

The big tree whispered a secret sweet
To the warm grass growing at his feet;
And what do you think I heard him say?
"Katelyn is two years old today."

The soft grass stirred as the wind went by
And each little blade took up the cry
And told the secret, I grieve to say,
"Katelyn is two years old today."

The clover listened and told the bee
Who told the bird in the maple tree,
And the robin sang, in a shameless way —
"Katelyn is two years old today."

And this is the way it came to me
Through bee and blossom and bird and tree;
So, why should I keep the secret, pray?

"KATELYN IS TWO YEARS OLD TODAY! "