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 limo, then took a flight.
      The bag I had was just for me.
      My bag! My bag! Hey, let 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!
 
      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.