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 that gash. My friend, he took me for a ride. All through LA, from side to side. From north to south, we took a ride. But from the cops we could not hide. My trial lasted for a year. A year! A year! just sitting here! The DNA, the HEM-The HAW! The circus-hype The viewers saw! A year! A year! just sitting here! And lawyers charge by the hour I fear! If I'm found guilty I will appeal! Appeal! Appeal! I will appeal! I'll wheedle and whine- I'll cut a deal! If it's "not guilty" so glad I'll feel Did you do this awful crime? Did you do this anytime? I did not do this awful crime. I could not, would not anytime. 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 anytime. 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, anytime. 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!!!!!