Disclaimer: Sherlock, John, and related characters do not belong to me. Copyrights on the nursery rhymes that form the framework for my ramblings are long since lost along with the original authors.
The Fickle Foe
A fanatic fool stood by the pool,
Sing heigh ho, the fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
While John and Sherlock kept their cool.
Sing heigh ho, the fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
~o~
Foe repeated threats of woe,
Sing heigh ho, the fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
A look, a nod, o're fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
~o~
Moriarty tried but missed his mark,
Sing heigh ho, the fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
Friend's hearts unscathed by such a lark.
Sing heigh ho, the fickle foe,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
Based on a rather odd nursery rhyme called 'The Carrion Crow'
A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
Watching a tailor shape his coat.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
~o~
Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho
That I may shoot yon carrion crow.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
~o~
The tailor he shot and missed his mark,
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho,
And shot his own sow right through the heart.
Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding ho.
A Tallish Young Chemist
A tallish young chemist
Content at his perch,
Working in solo
Intent in his search
Till a doc came by
With a cane as assist:
Says he, "I am John,"
Exposing tell-tale wrist.
~o~
A doctor, not research;
Wounded, yet eyes unafraid;
An enigma beyond any grand church,
Of destiny made.
Says the tallish young chemist,
"A soldier I see,"
Then spinning round called,
"It's 2-2-1-B!"
a/n: based on another children's rhyme, 'A Little Cock Sparrow'
A Little Cock Sparrow
Sat on a tree,
Looking as happy
As happy could be,
Till a boy came by
With his bow and arrow:
Says he, "I will shoot
The little cock sparrow"
"His body will make me
A nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me
A little pie too."
Says the little cock sparrow,
"I'll be shot if I stay,"
So he Clapped his wings
And then flew away.
"Some, and not the least interesting, were complete failures, and as such will hardly bear narrating, since no final explanation is forthcoming. A problem without a solution may interest the student, but can hardly fail to annoy the casual reader." JW in The Problem of Thor Bridge
~o~
A Mystery Answer
A mystery without answer
Is like the plague or a cancer
And when cancer begins to grow
It's like a fungus of one's toe
~o~
And when the toe begins to rot
It's like a scar, an ugly blot
And ne'er the scar will go away
It's like a curse of endless stay
~o~
And when the curse begins its chant
It's like a serpent on a rant
And when the rant begins to fade
It's like a ghostly everglade
~o~
And when the glade begins to bind
It's like a question in your mind
And when your mind begins to ask
You're back to mystery solving task.
a/n: Another nursery rhyme that I'd not heard of until recently, "A Man of Words".
A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed
You're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.