The gemstone's gone
No more life in your love
The mystery Miss Maple,
Who is the one?
Think, Miss Maple,
Who had the gun?
The candles were burned
The Inspector was done
The mystery Miss Maple,
What's left unturned?
Tell us Miss Maple,
Who had the gun?
Miss Maple, who had the gun?
The rose vase on the sill
Let the secret spill;
The shadows near the lid
Showed us where it was hid
But who fired the gun?