Upon a spring day at a beautiful time,
There came a raven in a fashion sublime.
He perched in the branch of an evergreen tree
This tree, greatest an eye could see
Was full of birds singing each its own song.
All was so happy in the beautiful throng,
The raven that arrived thought hed sing along.
But the other birds, of no greater quality they
Told this newcomer to leave then and right away.
The raven asked, Why, what problem is with me?
Problem! they scoffed, Your song is night.
Be off with thee!
The raven replied, "But the harmony we make will be a fresh
change.
His pals shot back, Bug off. You are strange.
Your song is no good; whether far or near
Wonder as you please but never turn here.
So, dejected and lonely, right there and then,
The raven went away; never heard of again.
The birds here now say, Were changed, you see;
We are all better now. So, tell me, are we?
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