Watching the Detective

Here he comes That little man Nattily dressed Spick and span His funny accent A dead giveaway He won't get me No, not today! He's clever though But not more than I He does not know How much I lie I've tricked him well For years and years He thinks I'm thick Wet 'tween the ears It suits me well To play the stooge While on the side My crimes are huge Gold and jewels My stock in trade I'm light fingered Fortunes I've made So I play the game A friend of Poirot I am Hastings... Poirots' my foe