Sherlock Holmes and Watson were on Dartmoor for a hike.

As darkness fell, they pitched their tent and settled for the night.

A few hours later, Holmes awoke and roused his faithful friend,

"Watson - look up at the sky - what do you comprehend?"

Dr. Watson answered slowly as he gazed up towards Mars,

"I see God's holy firmament, the planets and the stars."

"Exactly,” said stern Sherlock, “What from this can you derive?"

The doctor pondered pensively, then gave his firm reply:

"Astronomically, the galaxies are up there by the million,

And thus potentially, there maybe planets by the billion.

Astrologically, it seems to say that Saturn is in Leo.

Horogically, it tells me that it's nearly half past two.

Theologically, it's evident that God is omnipotent,

And we, but infinitely small and insignificant.

Meteorologically, it looks as though tomorrow will be fine,

So tell me Holmes - am I correct – just what do you divine?"

Holmes seethed in brooding silence at his friend's deductive power,

To make such observations, and at such ungodly hour,

Then with sardonic smile, to his feelings he gave vent,

"Watson, you raving idiot, someone's nicked the bloody tent.

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