I SPY
Oh wouldn't it be wonderful
To be a government spy?
To carry on a secret life
Live dangerously or die
Oh wouldn't it be awful
To be a government spy?
To often leave your family
And tell them all a lie
Oh wouldn't it be exciting
To be a government spy?
To carry out surveillance
With a kind of xray eye
Oh wouldn't it be disgusting
To be a government spy?
To poke around in rubbish bins
In people's lives to pry
Oh wouldn't it be fabulous
To be a government spy?
To pass on information
Crack codes that tell you why
Oh wouldn't it be alarming
To be a government spy?
To find democracy is futile
And anarchy is nigh
Oh wouldn't it be fantastic
To be a government spy?
To be a martial arts expert
And make the baddies cry
Oh wouldn't it be ghastly
To be a government spy?
To be a schitzophrenic
Instead of simply I?
Lady D
Spies
I think I most despise da spies
Who always watch da gals and guys
Who write down all da things we do
So they can tell da boss on you.
Bernie G
The Most Furtive Spy
Were I inclined to be a spy
I think I'd like to be a fly
I could fly up on any wall
To see, to hear, and then TELL ALL
Shelby
I've always envied that
James Bond
And not because of the kicks
I'd love to get my hands on some
Fancy spy type tricks
Troubadour
Mint Spies
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating MINCE PIES.
Along came a spider
And sat down beside 'er,
Boris Karloff in disguise.
(Those who are too young
To know of Boris Karloff,
Please don't ask me questions,
Just something-or-other-off.)
le fantôme amical
Sneaking
Tip toe
Soft go
Open door up real slow
Sneaking
Peeking
Hoping no one starts speaking
Good
Good
Good
The kids are asleep
Sarge O'malley of the F.I G.
Some numbers and the alphabet
Are all you need to spy
You can be KGB
CIA or FBI
Or be the boss whose name is M
In MI6, why not?
Or be an agent, 007
But careful, don't get shot
Bea
More Mint Spies
Peering through interstices within a wall, an eye
Avariciously regards a steaming-hot mince pie.
Emerging from behind the wall, the Knave of Hearts is seen
Sneaking up to snatch the pie constructed by the Queen.
But, quite unknown to him, she'd posted guards to catch the thief,
Who, when he pleaded innocence, evinced great disbelief.
The Queen, herself, was in the Court and, there, she did preside,
"Prepare the gibbet," gibbered she, "It's time the felon died!"
"His spying days are over, I'll have his thieving hide,
And he'll regret that, on this day, upon my pie he spied."
le fantôme amical
Spy Talk
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Pdghw rvxlw dvlps ohvsb
Brxph uhobw udqvs rvhoh wwhuv
Ebqxp ehuso xvwku hhLfu b
Zklfk vkrxo gvlps obpdn h
Wklvp hvvdj hjrdz ub
Exwmx vwlof dvhbr xjrsd vwC
Brxqh hgwkh dfxph q
Wrzud swkhd oskde hwdur xqg
Dqgvw duwdw Ddjdl q
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Spy Talk -- The Translation
This is a simple cipher,
Made to suit a simple spy;
You merely transpose letters
By number plus three, I cry.
Which should simply make
This message go awry.
But, just in case you go past Z,
You need the acumen
To wrap the alphabet around
And start at A again.
Casper
A Spy in my Yard!
There's a Spy in my Yard!
He's looking really hard..
I wonder what he hopes to find..
I hope he hasn't lost his mind!
There's a Spy in my Yard!
He's ugly, and he's very scarred..
I wonder what he hopes to prove..
I hope he isn't on the move..
There's a Spy in my Car!
He's smoking a big fat cigar!
I hope he doesn't drive away..
I need my car for work today..
There's a Spy in my House!
He thinks he's quiet as a mouse..
But I can hear him..all the time
I hope he cleans up all my grime
There's a Spy in my Room!
He's in that corner..by my broom!
I hope he doesn't come too close
He might step on my little toes..
There's a Spy in my Bed!
He's laying down by my head!
I hope he stays right where he's at..
I can hit him with this baseball bat!!
der blumers
Spy Talk
I have this aging book called "Cloak and Cipher"
By Dan Tyler Moore and Martha Waller,
Published in U.K., when such things were rifer,
In 1965 by the publishers that foller:
George G. Harrop & Co.Ltd., known around the world,
Your library should find it, with those facts unfurled.
You quickly learn how code and cipher differ,
How we broke theirs and they broke ours, last War;
What got spies shot, when penalties weren't stiffer;
Why easy ciphers ain't no use no more.
A book, I say, on which to feast your eyes,
If interested in the talk of spies.
le f@#$%* a^+!&)
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