Riddle me right and riddle me wrong,
Riddle me short and riddle me long,
Riddle me all and riddle me none;
Won't I look smart when riddles are gone?
When we speak in code our friends can all cry
How clever we are, how cunning and sly,
To flummox our foes with some twisting tale;
Won't I look good when I take off the veil?
Something obscure, if worded just right,
Might just pass as wit when viewed in poor light.
And my friends all around will strike up a cheer,
Won't I look droll when things become clear?
Riddle me right and riddle me wrong,
Riddle me short and riddle me long,
Riddle me all and riddle me none;
Won't I look smart when riddles are gone?