Come in, come in, /
And get out of the cold. / Gather round the fire and the tale will be told. / Of a woman called Kiki / who died from her feels. / Fish fingers and custard were her favourite meal. / But she loved those two brothers, / and their angel to boot, / as they fought all the monsters and chose a new route. / But we cannot forget those other two men / a detective and a doctor / and 221B's den. / Her life outside this / could seem rather dull / as science makes Kiki want to bash in her skull. / Running experiments and playing the game / nothing in her life was ever the same. / After fighting a battle / the war's almost won / against her eating disorder she stood with a gun. / And demanded her freedom from its ropes and its chains / And now flowers will rise out of this little fall of rain. (Beautiful graphic from the lovely Katie .)