The End of the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe's Kat
One night quite unenchanting, when the rain was downward slanting,
I awakened to the ranting of the man I catch mice for.
Tipsy and a bit unshaven, in a tone I found quite craven,
Poe was talking to a Raven perched above the chamber door.
"Raven's very tasty,"thought I, as I tiptoed o'er the floor,
"There is nothing I like more."
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