There was an old lady who lived in a shoe
And yes, I know you’ve heard this one one time or two
But the full story, though, is what you may not know
So please sit back and listen, a tale I shall show

The little old lady who lived in a shoe
Sat ‘round tables all day and had nothing to do
But one day the lady was in for a shock
When it came through her window, a fast flying rock

Who threw that rock, the old lady inquired
She looked out her window and then she admired
The tracks on the ground that had short been transpired
A mystery found; a detective required

My name is Von Finch, the detective had said
He wore shoes of brown and a jacket of red
I’ll find your culprit and bring him back here
No matter of time, take a day or a year

So Von Finch went searching, both far and close by
He looked through the town until day’s end was nigh
But the culprit had vanished with no trail or clue
Von Finch was puzzled, no idea what to do

He thought and he thought and he thought for a while
And then he said eureka and brought out a smile
The puzzle was solved with just one little lead
A cause and result were all that he did need

For he’d found the culprit, he lived in the shoe
And Von Finch went back and knew just what to do
He went up to his room and he opened the door
And saw what he had pieced together before

A bat and a glove and a ball disappeared
For the boy in the room, this was what he had feared
He confessed to his act and accepted his fate
And realized that his needed “sorry” was late

For the ball he had hit had gone right through the glass
And lucky for him, mom did not beat his ass.