Wolfe Carol – To The Tune Of “Let It Snow” By Brian Mitchell

Though the leather binding’s delightful
What’s inside is so inciteful
Nero Wolfe made the Webster’s glow
Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

The case doesn’t show signs of breaking
And my temper sure is aching
To explode at relapsed Nero
Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!

When he finally gives me chores
How I’m gonna love feeling useful again
But the card cataloging bores
Me so I can’t wait till then!

Oh, the fire is slowly dying
There’s a killer ripe for frying
I’ll go get him if you’ll say so
Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!