Just a caneBut then againA dog may sniff out clues.If Tracy is indeedNo moreI’ll weep and sing the blues.They heard no yellWhen those men fellNow look to see no moreA fiendish ghoulTaken to schoolNo sign of corpse or gore.As with the riverWhere they fellSome waters run so deep.Could “cane man” lendA helping handWhat secrets might he keep?
Just a caneBut then againA dog may sniff out clues.If Tracy is indeedNo moreI’ll weep and sing the blues.They heard no yellWhen those men fellNow look to see no moreA fiendish ghoulTaken to schoolNo sign of corpse or gore.As with the riverWhere they fellSome waters run so deep.Could “cane man” lendA helping handWhat secrets might he keep?