Professor Plum,
please quickly come,
There's commotion down the hall.
Colonel Mustard,
Put down your bowl of custard,
And hop on the ball.
Mrs. Peacock,
I know it's three o'clock,
But Please wake up quick.
There's something you've got to see,
Though it will definitely make you sick.

Mr. Green,
I don't mean to be mean,
But get up right away.
Mrs. White,
It's the middle of the night,
But there's something I must say.
Lovely Miss Scarlet,
Get away from the bar, let
Go of your glass, leave your beer.
There's a corpse over there,
Murdered in a chair,
And the killer must be here.

Mr. Boddy's Dead,
He was wounded in the head,
Who's the culprit,
I don't know,
But he committed murder an hour ago.

Mr. Boddy's dead,
He was wounded in the head,
With a candlestick, a rope, or a pipe of lead,
The only thing for sure is that he really bled.
And that he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's really dead.

Alright, all you villains,
Alright, all you clowns,
Gather around.
No one can leave,
Until the murderer among us has been found.
It could've been me,
Or she, or he,
Or anyone of you,.
I really haven't got a... clue

He could've killed himself,
Or been killed by an elf,
But doubt that either one of those is true.
That's why I spy and cast the evil eye,
At every one of you.
I've evidence by heresay,
Of a conspiracy,
So it could have been you all,
Who brought about good Boddy's fall.

Mr. Boddy's Dead,
He was wounded in the head,
Who's the culprit,
I don't know,
But he committed murder an hour ago.

Mr. Boddy's dead,
He was wounded in the head,
With a candlestick, a rope, or a pipe of lead,
he only thing for sure is that he really bled.
And that he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's dead, he's really dead.

But none of you did see,
And I giggle happily,
When all the time,
The killer was me.
It was me.
All along,
The killer was me.
With a knife, in the study.

© Christopher White 2003