There's slashin', an' gashin', and' shankin', and stickin'.
Cops stuck, but Dupin dons his intuition.
This shrewd dude beat all,
Solvin' crime; his fame here still galls.

Rue Morgue: there's dead folks slain here,
Then they're lying in repose.
Like Corman, flick with Malden,
I've maimed the tale that's E. Poe's.

There are lots of folks slain here;
Rue's gaining ignoble fame.
If you get down to Rue Morgue.
You might rue the day you came.

Then one foggy slit-miss eve,
Phantom came to slay.
Rue Morgue became such a fright,
No one would go out at night.

But, came detective Dupin.
Flics* flummoxed, but solved it, he.
Rue Morgue folks that were slain here
Were done in my a monkey.


*cops