Whistle a rider of usual pass,
Catch a lift of unstrung caste,
Risk the neck for truth prospect,
The details the way to find object,
Perhaps a solution born in reunion,
The facts have lies woven chameleon,
Survey the scene after all have been,
Discover the clues that lie therein,
Present my case to the good doctor,
Chronicler of deeds a dutiful jotter,
What do you see from your keen glance,
Ah but you've missed crucial evidence,
The signs are clear I have the proof,
A villain to fear no longer aloof,
The web is spread to catch the flies,
Clip their wings imminent demise,
Retire to the fire to sit and relax,
A cry at the door with muddy tracks,
Surely I will listen this tale so dire,
But first come in and sit by the fire
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