The time of crime was ten o’clock,
When old man Harry strolled to his boat.
Out to catch a mermaid, or so he had said,
And it seems rumors had spread, as the trident hit his throat.
The depths had been quietly listening, while he’d been so careless.
Eagerly telling others how he’d be the town’s next star,
A glass of whiskey in one hand,
At the shoreside bar.
And when old man Harry was analyzed,
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