The Science of Deduction

Playing Sherlock, one day in his crazy life
He decided to deduce, deduce, deduce.
The first prey caught his animated eyes
“Hmmm, I shall put this science into use.”

So, boldly he came towards a man
And said, “Hello there, gentle Sir!
Can I please take a look at your hand?
And I will tell you what’s in there."

Quite hesitant, the man put his hand forth
But asked “Are you a freaking fortune teller?”
“Nay Sir, you have lowered down my worth,
I call myself a genius de-mystifier.”

Don’t be surprised if I will know your story
For I live to deduce, deduce, deduce
I might uncover dark secrets, for that I’m sorry
But the science of deduction will have its use.

“Hmmm, let see, there are lines in your palm
And they form many shapes, rather queer
Oh, good man, you are a reader of the psalms!
And your piety is seen in this line here.”

The man was shocked in disbelief
“How could you? How could you know?
Tell me how for my peace and relief
Or else I’d thought you’re from down below!”

“Easy man, easy, the mystery I will unlock
I saw nothing in the palm of your hand
But that dangling crucifix from your back
Made me conclude that you are a servant man.”

The man sourly grinned, “Aha! So, that’s all you see?
You are but wasting my precious time!”
But he added, “Well, no, I see some curious things actually
And I hope I’m not out of the line.”

“Hmmm, in your hand-carry bag I can see gold
Shining from within and some metal gloss
Hey! I do remember a while ago I have been told
That burglars stole the golden Sanctuary cross!"

Before the man can run, he took him by the hand
And that day, his deduction was put to use
Through him, caught were the thieves of the land
Glad he decided to deduce, deduce, deduce.

He’d never supposed what a day it would be
Everybody calls him the little Sherlock now
Guess it pays off to be a little crazy bee
And take a weird chance at life somehow.