Raven Girl

Poem in the moment

My Raven with the brown black hair is not to be messed with, so you be sir, aware!

She is my mistress, my lover, my glee; I thee dares... I best her and she'll makey sure, all these fellers pay her thy shares.

Cross my heart, I care you know, the ring around her rosy is not to share, for she is mine and thine only, I say!

Come at her once, eyes wide twice once shut, and I'll send you out right, then, on you butt!