taraghmeni

Imagine a straight street.
The street runs through a residential area.

Imagine that deserted, run down feel.
The wind blows and along with it a few dry leaves and a crumbled, sandwich wrapper.

Now imagine a little girl skipping along in the middle of that deserted street.

Happily, happily, merrily, merrily. Skipping.

While chanting:
Iiii’vvveeeeeeee got a seeecret, iiiiii’vvvveeeeee got a seeecret…