Whispers, whispers, whispers in the air...
Whispers, whispers, whispers stop and stare...
A new target is sighted,
Oh! How they delighted!
To hear that young, quiet bloke,
Choke on a cough, or was that smoke?
Whispers, whispers, whispers in the air...
Whispers, whispers, whispers stop and stare...
Their sadistic joy sated,
Oh! How they were elated!
To find, to hear, to see their momentum had multiplicated...
Whispers, whispers, whispers in the air...
Whispers, whispers, whispers stop and stare...
How bored they were with mundane things!
They were mighty! They thought themselves kings!
Whispers, whispers, whispers in the air...
Whispers, whispers, whispers stop and stare...
They needed a new name!
What with all this fame?
They couldn't go around with 'whispers' as a name...
Whispers, whispers, whispers they were no more...
So they thought, and thought, and thought till they could no more...
Until they finally got it!
Oh how they celebrated!
A new name, yes, their wish was granted,
'Rumours, rumours, rumours...', they chanted.
Underhanded, sly, ruinous to a name,
Hand in hand, they walked with fame.
They grew and grew till they could no more,
Fit through their palace door.
The people rebelled,
They thought their reign done,
Their thirst for fame quelled,
It was no longer fun...
Their cleverly woven fabrics ripped and torn to shreds,
Shaken, gold taken, crowns ripped from their heads...
Ruinous rumours indeed,
No longer, they were in need.
Rumours, rumours, rumours oddly stiff,
A new story, to gain glory, they would have to sniff...
So they laughed and listened for the next web they could spin,
Though their glory is temporary, away and away they spin...
