This file includes secrets and surprises, and songs about confidential, guessing, magic, mystery, personal, private, secrets, and surprises.
Also see the other files in the Children section.


I've Got a Secret!

I've got a secret! Oh, I've got a secret!
But I made a promise I wouldn't repeat it.
I've got a secret! Yes, I've got a secret!
But I took an oath and I vowed I would keep it.

Nothing and no one can make me reveal
this wonderful secret I swore I'd conceal.
No form of torture can make me disclose,
this secret I promised I wouldn't expose.

From now until doomsday my secret I'll keep;
I won't breathe a whisper or utter a peep.
Unless you assure me that you'll keep it too--
then maybe, just maybe, I'll share it with you

The Secret

(from "How Far Away is Somewhere")

A secret! A secret!
I just heard a secret
And nobody else must hear.
No talking!
No telling!
No whispering!
No hinting!
Or a secret will disappear.

A secret! A secret!
I just heard a secret!
Must it be kept so well?
A week?
An hour?
A minute?
A second?
I'm afraid I'm going to tell.

The Secret Sits

(Robert Frost)

We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows.


(Elsie Melchert Fowler)

The wind is whispering secrets;
Its voice is soft and low.
There are white and wintry secrets
In the quiet-falling snow.
Hear secrets in the footsteps
Of the people on the street,
And in gay, ribboned packages
Of everyone you meet.

There are merry secrets twinkling
In the eyes of many a child.
Secrets kept by Mom and Daddy--
When you asked they only smiled.
Oh, our world is full of secrets,
Now steal quietly away
Till they open up like magic
On a wondrous Christmas Day!


(Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

Life has dark secrets; and the hearts are few
That treasure not some sorrow from the world--
A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown,
Yet coloring the future from the past.
We see the eye subdued, the practised smile,
The word well weighed before it pass the lip,
And know not of the misery within:
Yet there it works incessantly, and fears
The time to come; for time is terrible,
Avenging, and betraying.

Secret Life

(Joseph Kallinger)

I discovered a secret of life
in a single line of poetry.
That was a week ago.
Today, I celebrate a new week
yet have forgotten what the secret was.
Oh, as life goes on
I shall discover it again
in other lines of poetry.
That is,
assuming there is a secret.

Life is Full of Surprises

(Audrey Heller)

Life, is certainly, full of surprises.
There are new things happening, everyday.
It may be hard, to keep up with these occurrences,
but we do our best, come what may.
Some I can say, are happy ones,
which all of us like to get.
Then there are those, I'd like to propose,
we try very hard, to forget.
We'd much rather look forward,
to good things and take every bit of it in.
Who needs to worry and get ourselves,
in a tail spin. If there are to be surprises,
may they always be, of the very best kind.
Now, I feel so much better,
because I got a load off of my mind!

My Secret

(Christina Rossetti, 1830 - 1894)

I tell my secret? No indeed, not I;
Perhaps some day, who knows?
But not today; it froze, and blows and snows,
And you’re too curious: fie!
You want to hear it? well:
Only, my secret’s mine, and I won’t tell.

Or, after all, perhaps there’s none:
Suppose there is no secret after all,
But only just my fun.
Today’s a nipping day, a biting day;
In which one wants a shawl,
A veil, a cloak, and other wraps:
I cannot ope to everyone who taps,
And let the draughts come whistling thro’ my hall;
Come bounding and surrounding me,
Come buffeting, astounding me,
Nipping and clipping thro’ my wraps and all.
I wear my mask for warmth: who ever shows
His nose to Russian snows
To be pecked at by every wind that blows?
You would not peck? I thank you for good will,
Believe, but leave the truth untested still.

Spring’s an expansive time: yet I don’t trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither thro’ the sunless hours.

Perhaps some languid summer day,
When drowsy birds sing less and less,
And golden fruit is ripening to excess,
If there’s not too much sun nor too much cloud,
And the warm wind is neither still nor loud,
Perhaps my secret I may say,
Or you may guess.

Songs about Confidential

Songs about Guessing

Songs about Magic

Songs about Mystery

Songs about Personal

Songs about Private

Songs about Secrets

Songs about Surprises