Twice an hour I think of me
  On the dot of half past three
  I keep appointments with my man
  He worships me
  My greatest fan
  And on the dot of half past one
  My image is the oblique pun
  Appear my sweet and flick your brow
  I know you often wonder how
    I wan and woo my Sherlock smile
  To know what angle is a trial
  My teeth are straight
  My eyes are blue
  I know I lie ?
    I wonder if I'll meet my match
  I don't get uptight about that
  For on the dot of half past three
  I stop ? and think of me