The Raven: This isa tale of a dreary spring mornin'of long ago When I had nuthin' to do plunder 'bout my life And my friends of Ole,and of the present,as sat around . Sat reading and listening to soft sounds of nature And reminiscing my lost ones and lost loves I heard faint noise that sound like a rap I look around I saw nuthin' so ignore In time the rapping continue and closer and suddenly out of blue a raven appears On my window peckin n rapping away at somethin As I watch this beautiful black bird, The Raven stopped what she was doin stared at me in wonder.