In a mansion dark and still

Shadows lurk and creep

By the candelabra's flicker

The players start to peep

From the depths

A subtle sound

Silent we abide

In the hall of mystery

Who let the foul one slide?

Was it Colonel Mustard with the mustard gas he's known?

Or Miss Scarlet in the parlor

Where the rogue wind has blown?

Could be Reverend Green

Guilty conscience on display

In the game of Cluedo

Who dealt the windy play?

Professor Plum looks quite disturbed

Clutching at his chest

Mrs. White turns scarlet red

Trying to suppress

From the shadows

Voices rise

Each claim turns absurd

In the silent echoes' grip

Who dropped the silent word?

Was it Colonel Mustard with the mustard gas he's known?

Or Miss Scarlet in the parlor

Where the rogue wind has blown?

Could be Reverend Green

Guilty conscience on display

In the game of Cluedo

Who dealt the windy play?

In the library's quiet gloom

Pages start to rustle

Hearts beating faster now

Caught up in the hustle

Each accuses

Points a finger

Laughter fills the air

In the house of Cluedo

Suspicion's everywhere

Mrs. Peacock fans her face

Showing such disdain

Reverend Green prays aloud

Hiding should be plain

But the one who caused the stir hides behind the curtain's lace

The culprit in this mystery

Left without a trace