The Raven

He seems to like bacon. An Eat-it-all, a follower Of lions, wolves, hyenas, But not averse to peanuts,

He is found in crowds And pairs, and by himself. This one will come and beg, Like a big black bluejay.

Honor is not his forte. Neither is humility. He takes and goes angrily, The sufferer, the activist.

How can I not love him?