[CRISPARKLE]
Yes, it is I — my conscience is cleared!
I've donned a frock before, but never a beard!
Dead now is Datchery, born on a whim
We can dispense with last rites for him

There once was a man who was dressed
In a clerical collar and vest
And if anyone knew
He had feelings like you
They'd reply to him, "Surely, you jest!"

Parishioners take great offense
At all priests who would like to be gents
Wе can consecrate wine
Spеak of thee, thou, or thine
But we mustn't take hold of events

It was a bold revolution
Turning my collar around!
Seeking the puzzle's solution
Finding what was to be found!
I was out on a limerick, out on a limerick
Out on a limerick air!

I found a theatrical kit
And as Datchery, I did my bit
So to clear Neville's name
(I confess, to my shame
Twas for Helena too, I admit)
I followed John Jasper high-low
Found the dens he descends to below
And when Puffer came here
Twas immediately clear
My suspicions were quite apropos!

So I crept in the lodgings of Jasper
Dressed in this garb, what a sight!
There I found Rosa Bud's clasp, her
Mother's she gave Drood that night!

Jasper took it from Ned
After hurling him dead
Toward the Weir riverbed, I suppose
Reverend Datchery knows!

And the proof is quite clear
Let them bring Jasper here
To be tried and then tied up and strung!

And from this limerick, let him be hung!