Three little ravens, sitting on a line

They told me a story; now it is mine

Three little ravens of old

To me, this tale they told:

"Three little ravens, sitting on a branch, decided what they wanted for lunch

They chose to feast on a knight's carcass before brunch

One flew near as he dared to the knight's ground

But the knight's body was guarded by his loyal hawks and hound

The hawks thrashed at the raven's head

Wishing their master wasn't dead

A doe came to the knight's side

Representing his widowed bride

The doe dragged the vacant body to a place to rest

She buried him, wishing him his very best

The raven flew back to the tree

'There is nothing left for us. Therefore, we shall let him be'

The ravens flew off, into the night

Eyes blazing, feathers gleaming in the moon's light"

To me this tale they told

Those three ravens of old

The End