Work Text:
The Doctor is wise.
Surely much wiser than me;
he opened my eyes.
The Doc helped me see.
For I committed a sin,
I ne’er observed me.
I was a boffin,
a detective-to-be, but
he saw my coffin.
My brain, he would claim
would be the end of my game.
I never thought… Shame.
But his blue box came.
I jumped in, he took me far.
Now, nothing’s the same.
I long for a car
or a bus, plane, train, TARDIS,
to go home again.
This is the story
of a young man grown old while
wandering alone.
This is the song of
one consulting detective,
Mister Sherlock Holmes.