OJ's Rhyme ( Dr. Seuss )

I did not kill my lovely wife, I did not slash her with a knife. I did not bonk her on the head, I did not know that she was dead. I stayed at home that fateful night, I took a cab, then took a flight. The bag I had was just for me. My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be. When I came home I had a gash, My hand was cut from broken glass, I cut my hand on broken glass, A broken glass did cause that gash. I have nothing, nothing to hide. My friend, he took me for a ride; Did you take this person's life? Did you do it with a knife? I did not do it with a knife, I did not, could not kill my wife. I did not do this awful crime, I could not, would not any time. Did you hit her from above? Did you drop this bloody glove? I did not hit her from above, I cannot even wear that glove, I did not do it with a knife. I did not, could not kill my wife, I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not, any time. And now I'm free, I can return, To my house for which I yearn, And to my family whom I love. Hey, now I'm free - give back my glove!