Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used

Simon Remembered A Rhyme His Mother Used To Recite To Him, About Magpies. You Were Supposed To Count Them And Say: One For Sorrow, Two For Mirth, Three For A Wedding, Four For A Birth, Five For Silver, Six For Gold, Seven For A Secret That's Never Been Told. "right," Simon Said. He Had Already Lost Count Of The Numbers Of Birds There Were. Seven, He Guessed. A Secret That's Never Been Told. Whatever That Was.