Hercule Poirot and His Little Grey Cells

In a room full of secrets, a crime to unfold
The whispers grow silent, the truth turns cold
But here comes the man, with a spark in his eyes
A Belgian detective, both brilliant and wise
He's got style, he's got grace
With a twirl of his mustache, he's on the case
His little grey cells work like a spell
No mystery can stand where Poirot will dwell
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, with your mind so sharp
You untangle the lies, you master the dark
With each little grey cell, you solve every clue
No murderer escapes from the likes of you
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, your brilliance prevails
With your perfect mustache and your keen grey cells
The suspects are many, the alibis thin
But Poirot can see where the lies begin
In his mind, every piece falls in place
He solves it with elegance, charm, and grace
With a stroke of genius, he reads every mind
No clue too small, no secret left behind
His intellect cuts through the thickest disguise
The answer revealed, through his piercing eyes
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, with your mind so sharp
You untangle the lies, you master the dark
With each little grey cell, you solve every clue
No murderer escapes from the likes of you
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, your brilliance prevails
With your perfect mustache and your keen grey cells
In the silence, he thinks, with a furrowed brow
Each clue's like a thread he's unraveling now
His little grey cells, they light up the way
To the guilty, the truth they can't betray
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, with your mind so bright
You turn every mystery into daylight
With each little grey cell, you put it just right
No villain can hide from your piercing sight
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, your brilliance prevails
With your perfect mustache and your keen grey cells
In the silence, he thinks, with a furrowed brow
Each clue's like a thread he's unraveling now
His little grey cells, they light up the way
To the guilty, the truth they can't betray
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, with your mind so sharp
You untangle the lies, you master the dark
With each little grey cell, you solve every clue
No murderer escapes from the likes of you
Oh, Poirot, Poirot, your brilliance prevails
With your perfect mustache and your keen grey cells