It could be said that there were none of the makings of a great detective in S. S. Pierce.

At the scene of the crime the D.A. and the Police Chief paid no attention to Pierce,

Who always sat quietly in a corner eating applesauce.

The analysts swirled around the corpse,

While Pierce sat there eating.

He asked no questions. He took no measurements.

Yet when the coroner noted a strange sticky substance behind the victim’s left ear,

And the substance was hastily shipped off to the lab, Pierce was always ahead of them all, saying “It’s applesauce.” He was right, too, every time.