It wasn’t Mrs. Peacock with the dagger,
‘Twas not a spanner-wielding Reverend Green.
It wasn’t Colonel Mustard
For he’s just a cowardy-custard,
And Professor Plum was nowhere to be seen.
Miss Scarlett swears she wasn’t in the ballroom.
Besides, her hands are white, not red and bloody.
And the florid Mrs. White,
Why! She’d been fast asleep all night
In a comfortable armchair in the study.
Poor Doctor Black expired, he wasn’t murdered.
No-one left him lying on the stair.
The autopsy showed he had a
Badly perforated bladder,
For he couldn’t find a toilet anywhere.
‘Twas not a spanner-wielding Reverend Green.
It wasn’t Colonel Mustard
For he’s just a cowardy-custard,
And Professor Plum was nowhere to be seen.
Miss Scarlett swears she wasn’t in the ballroom.
Besides, her hands are white, not red and bloody.
And the florid Mrs. White,
Why! She’d been fast asleep all night
In a comfortable armchair in the study.
Poor Doctor Black expired, he wasn’t murdered.
No-one left him lying on the stair.
The autopsy showed he had a
Badly perforated bladder,
For he couldn’t find a toilet anywhere.
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