It was a beautiful old house Adorned with flowers and the odd flying bee Leaves fell as I drove up the driveway It was as picturesque as my eyes could see Grass rolled down the banks A gust of wind made the trees sway The gardener gave me a curious smile And his teeth showed neglecting decay If he knew my full occupation I bet he wouldn't be so polite As I was a Scotland Yard detective Investigating a murder that happened in the night The lady of the house opened the door And her look was a sorrowful one 'Would you like some tea?', she asked But I said just no as I wanted to crack on I asked a series of questions Then spoke with all the staff They were still shocked about the murder About the deadman found in the bath After a tense and lengthy investigation It seemed that it was jealous revenge The culprit was a young servant After discovering an affair he had to avenge I won't forget the manor And the beautiful falling leaves Just a pity it wasn't a nice visit That left misery as a family grieves