I’m Not Going To Tell Her a Thing

Tomorrow is Hilary’s birthday you know?
I’m not going to tell her a thing.
I’m not going to talk of the presents I saw,
Hidden behind my parents’ door,
Or the little ones hidden in the drawer.
I’m not going to tell her a thing!

Hilary’s nine tomorrow you know?
She’s hoping to get a new hat.
A pink one with ribbons, just like I saw,
Hidden behind my parents’ door,
And a brooch, just like the one in the drawer.
I’m not going to tell her a thing!

I’m not going to talk of the ribbon that’s tied,
Around the doll that lies beside,
The sweets that I saw mummy hide.
I’m not going to tell her a thing.

And what of the pot of glue from me?
The diary from Trevor, with a key?
I can keep secrets, just you see.
I’m not going to tell her a thing!

And in the morning she’ll open her eyes,
But the presents will come as no surprise.
And if you must know how she knew,
The truth of the matter is she peeped too!
But I didn’t tell her a thing!