Though he promised, "Nevermore!"
That damned raven's at my door.
So quickly, now, my little men
Before he flies away again,
Bring to me my sharpened snips
To give his wings some grounding clips.
But with his feathers ebon dark
There's no use for a pencil mark.
Imagine how he’ll raving sing
When I bob his raven wing.
Then when he can no more fly
I will bake him in a pie.
And when his evil, awful caws
No longer echo in my halls --
I'll resume my favorite pass time:
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Reduced for Sensational Haiku Wednesday