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"The Case Of The Three-Headed Birds"
verse by Arthur Conman Doyle.
Chapter one.
It was the sort of singular adventure
That Holmes took me on from time to time,
I remember it as it was yesterday.
It was another cold, foggy, December day
And Mrs. Hudson had gone shopping
To buy some Christmas Presents
For her many nieces and nephews.
I was having an after-lunch kip,
And Holmes was reading "The Times"
When suddenly he jumped up and shouted
In that sweet voice of his,
"Good God Watson!" he shook,
And I began to fear for his sanity
But loved him still the same.
"There is a three-headed bird afoot in London
My dear Watson, we must
Find it quick!"
(To be continued)