THE RAVEN (SORT OF)
From The Enigma
NPL Magazine - Feb. 2012
SCARAB (adapted)

Once upon a noonday sunny,
While out walking with my honey,
Through many quaint and quiet avenues,
As I nodded at her yapping,
Suddenly I heard a flapping,
Flapping in the sky above.
" 'Tis some raven, dear," I muttered,
"Flapping in the sky above ---
Or perhaps a mourning dove."

Then that raven let drop a present
Which was anything but pleasant,
Dropped it on her with a splat.
Eagerly she sought to borrow
Headgear just until tomorrow.
How I tried to ease her sorrow ---
Sorrow for her ruined hat,
For the rare and lovely bonnet
That had been my lady's hat.
We rued that walk, I'll tell you that.