The Raven. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Oh Aye a Raven I might be but
Don't just sit there and frown
Come fly away with me
In your black midnight gown

To places that witches
haunt deep in forests dark
For a Raven too easy
Certainly not fit for a Lark

For I look not for shelter
I come not for the fun
With beating wings black
From me the small run

To the Tower of London
Where only wise birds show
High in those tall ramparts
Where Ravens will go.