• Into the window I look
    Seeing a gloomy man reading a book.
    As he tried to be happy he lied,
    So i wondered if my butt was going to be fried.
    He sat there mumbling Lenore,
    And it was then that I worried nevermore.

    Easy prey the man will be
    As he looked out the window to see.
    Easy it was to enter by flying
    When all the man did was freak out by crying.
    He muttered, "you will be in here nevermore"
    But I responded, "forevermore"

    Just to mess with him I stared at his mouth,
    And he yelled, "will you never fly south?"
    Foolishly he paced around the room
    Then tried to beat me with his broom.
    He yelled, "will you annoy me much more?"
    And I responded, "forevermore."