Go go.

Go go

There was a detective went by the name of gadget mystery
lived in a tree house by the sea made of glass frozen by the dragons foil, diamond. Gadget mystery took a lift on an eagle. Soaring through the sky to solve this devilish plot of rhyme and reason. Guns being smuggled into the local bookstroe, whilst adults read to children, dire straights, tripping rather thin

The curl of smoke lit up every bar and public house in sight, so right, like a moon lit night with a silloute of a broom stick ride, gadget knew that there was only one thing to do and that was make it, saving how many lifes, a cat lives twice, once for your dreams and once for mine,

Gadget mysdtery, moved like a cloud, like a candle dancing, flicking wick over the shoulder, bit like a cellar spilt of salt or pepper, stepper you better rush because now the guns a re locked ready to launch the sun, divine sun going to be a war,

Mystery first name gadget rushined into the store, under the sun, un did the gun, one by one, he pulled out his shot, mmystery, gadget mystery, sure knew how to draw.

Now there guns have gone, underneath the moon shine where the weeds light
it wasnt any mystery
was never any mystery at all, he sure knew how to drew