And did those feet in modern time
Over the London streets careen:
And were some nasty words exchanged,
On many a baffling murder scene!
And did a case confound the Yard,
Confusion rack each lesser Brain?
And did they miss key Evidence
Although the Truth was very plain?
Bring me my Coat with collar bold;
Bring me my Blogger of desire:
Bring me my Phone: O texts unfold!
Bring me a Cigarette on fire!
I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall I rest on Couch or Bed:
Till we have caught our Criminal,
Or brilliant John has shot him dead.