After falling, captured, they have taken her wings
Greatness achieved by the sweep of a special feathered pen
Advance given, sales soaring to number one
Train journeys, ending in murder, mystery
Hunting for clues as to who the murderer might be
All evidence leading them on a goose chase
Circle back, check every piece of evidence
Holding on to the key, someone hiding in the shadows
Rain brings strange footprints along the corridor
Inside the carriages faces lined with worry as to who might be next
Seated in the dining car, a man with a white feather in his cap
Turning to his companion, he said
“Inside each white feather,
Every word lies hidden, clever the hand who writes the stories…”

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