A/N: Mixture of Sherlock BBC and Sherlock Holmes ACD references. Original nursery rhymes in italics.

Timber and Tinder

A Watson under timber

And a cipher in her phone.

Said the cipher, "Ash and cinder,

Is the wood supposed to moan?

Dear me, traffic mustn't hinder!

I see the flaming match is thrown;

Methinks he'll soon be tinder."

~221b~

A carrot in a garden

And a rabbit in the wood.

Said the rabbit, "Beg your pardon,

But you're surely meant for food;

Though you've started in to harden,

You may still be very good.

Trust

Amidst the mists and city streets,

With slender wrists and gritty boasts,

He thrusts his fist between the posts.

He still insists to count the costs.

Trust destroyed by his deceit,

Trust restored is no small feat.

~221b~

Amidst the mists and coldest frosts,

With stoutest wrists and loudest boasts,

He thrusts his fist against the posts

And still insists he sees the ghosts.

Tea and Coffee

Mary, my lover, and I fell out,

And what do you think it was all about?

She took coffee but I had tea,

And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

~221b~

Molly, my sister and I fell out,

And what do you think it was all about?

She loved coffee and I loved tea,

And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

East Wind

Sure and swift the East Wind doth blow

Sings o'er the shifting tide,

The sea billows roll, rocked to and fro

And life changes her stride.

~221b~

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow

Bleak in the morning early,

All the hills are covered with snow,

And winters now come fairly.

Moriarty Music

Notes and bars on my paper white,

What does your music say?

Happy notes with a silver ring,

And low sad notes from the violin string,

What do you whisper now?

~o~

O Come to the land of Swiss and cheese,

Mountains and the grassy way,

Over to the Reichenbach Falls,

Where he died and his ghost still calls -

Holmes hears it even now.

~221b~

Moon, O Moon in the empty sky,

Why do you swing so low?

Pretty moon with the silver ring

And the long bright beams where the fairies cling,

Where do you always go?

I go to the land of the Siamese,

Ceylon and the Great Plateau,

Over the seas where Sinbad sailed,

Where Moses crossed and Pharaoh failed,-

There's where I always go.