The whispers went up and the whispers went down,
From the top of the hill to the edge of the town!
"Did you hear?" said the Yertle. "Did you hear?" said the Sneetch.
"There's a rumor of Bibi that's hit every beach!"

Some say he ate lox that was terribly old,
Some say that he caught a calamitous cold.
Some say he was chased by a Gack in a box,
Or tripped on a pile of his own dirty socks!

"Is he gone?" cried the mayor. "Is he finished? Is he through?"
But nobody knows if the story is true!
Did he slip in the hall? Did he fall in a moat?
Did he sail far away on a very small boat?

So we wait and we wonder, we sit and we stare,
To see if the Minister's still sitting there!
With a fax and a fox and a knock on the door,
We'll just have to wait to hear anything more!