A secret agent was sent to a small town in Ireland to pick up sensitive information from an agent named Mike. His instructions were to walk around the town using a code phrase until he met his fellow agent. He found himself on a desolate country road and finally ran into a farmer.
“Hello,” said the agent. “I’m looking for a man called Mike.”
“Well you’re in luck,” said the farmer. “The butcher is called Mike, the baker is named Mike, and in fact, my name is Mike.”
“A-ha,” thought the agent, “maybe this is my man.” So he whispered the secret code:
“The sun is shining, the grass is growing, and the cows are ready for milking.” “Oh,” said the farmer, “you’re looking for Mike the spy. He lives next door."