it isn't diamonds

OSA for a criminal

It isn't for secrets

The clowns who joked about it

In the corridor spilling beans

The sweepers pick it up

Counting the glittering nuggets

“Isn't it look like diamonds?

Nay there is no such thing!”

“Somebody drops away

We have to return it”

“Nay it is our secret

OSA we sealed our lips”

The sweepers walk along

Dreaming of the riches in their minds

Who will think they can find?

“I think you are dreaming”

The clowns look at the sweepers

“Hey guys what you find are fakes

There is nothing to smile about

The real thing is with OSA for a criminal”

“There I told you

Now stop dreaming of castles

You will not reach the gate

It is with OSA”

Then we have to sweep it

Let the gate be opened

We will see the real thing

We don't have to sweep