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**Sherlock Holmes* Sung to /Good King Wenceslas/...
by JustJeanette
Sherlock Holmes he looked down
On the corpse decaying
Where a shallow grave dug out
Moldy, dank, uneven
Brightly shone the crime scene light
Lighting death so cruel
When Lestrange he came is sight
Feeling like a fool.
"Hither, Watson, stand by me
If you know it, tell me
The throat is slashed, the hands not bound
So why is there no blood found?
"Holmes, I think he's placed for you
Underneath our flat now
Right upon our doorstep too
A challenge to your know-how."
"Bring me data , we're short of time
Bring me that wallet quickly
You and I will see solve the crime
The motive is so sickly."
Holmes and Watson forth they went
Forth they went together
Through London's fog and blaring horns
In the bitter weather
"Holmes, the night is darker now
And the trail grows fainter
Fails my leg, I know not how,
I can walk no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good man
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou and I shall talk and plan
To end this savage cruelty"
Watson, in Holmes steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Ease was granted by the sod
As Holmes he had hinted
Therefore, Moriaty's men, be sure
Stealth or craft possessing
Holmes and Watson will seek you out
And hand you to the laws blessing
©Just Jeanette (2012)