Sherlock Holmes and Watson

Sherlock Holmes and Watson made A duo fighting crime The wise detective and his friend The greatest in their time! It all began with 'Gloria Scott' When old man Trevor died Sherlock then, to help his friend His hobby theories tried Whether Naval Treaties lost Or strange Red-headed League Holmes and trusty Watson solved Conundrums and intrigue Whether 'twas the Second Stain Or swan at Abbey Grange Those dearest fellows smoked their pipes On matters grave and strange If Watson never understood 'Till matters did conclude It sometimes seems 'twas Holmes's fault That things were misconstrued Then there came the felons' dread The sudden shout, "Halloa!" And Watson, sometimes young Lestrade Would run to see below I think, perhaps, that Watson's mind Was sharper yet than ours For putting up with Holmes's quirks Could be like counting stars