I wish I was Enola Holmes, a master of riddles

Since her whole life she's been involved in many pickles.

An independent woman, who needs no one

Even though she falls in love with the Duke’s son.

Scared to admit her feelings, similar to me

And all she wants in life is to simply be free.

She loves leaving coded messages in anagrams,

But also hates when anyone calls her “ma’am”.

She walks around the village, her head held high

But still carries so much on her shoulders it makes her cry.

All of her techniques are very effective

Because she is hands down the best detective.

So, I wish I was Enola Holmes, a master of riddles

Where everyday her amount of determination triples.