A young dectective,
She's the girl,
She searches everywhere for the right clues,
And she can find out the world.
She looks up and down,
Left to right,
She can find the ansewer,
by the night.
As she opens the doors to the crime scene,
She find the killer ain't clean.
The dirty, fithly monsters are locked away.
Better be careful,
Young detective can find you today...
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