Let’s see if Seymour Clearly
has anything to say
about the disappearance
of the Prince of Mandalay.
— Where were you, Seymour Clearly,
on the night of June the twelfth?
Were you at home in bed
or engaged in acts of stealth?
— At home in bed, Inspector,
dreaming of the East,
with mango trees and honey bees
and wild exotic beasts.
— I’m glad to hear it, Seymour,
for the Prince cannot be found.
If you see him on your travels,
just call and we’ll come round.
— Righty-ho, Inspector,
you can rely on me,
your vigilant explorer
in the land of reverie.