"The OJ Trial" as told by 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 the gash I have nothing yet 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!