There's Something About Rookwood

Rookwood the pharoah was sitting in deep thought

Pondering what may have happened to his coffee pot

When out of the blue came a magical fish

Granting our crow a single wish

"I wish I could speak to animals," the Corax chose

And it was granted, after fin-slapping his nose

Without delay, Rookwood flew out to the bay

To speak to a man and see what he would say

"My diligence and psychosis say you bring good tides to these waters."

"Blessed be I, to hear a raven's words after me fathers."

"Quite amazing to hear you as well, Dredgesickle."

"To answer your question, ol' Lunitari there boasts domain."

"Tell of your habits, Homo-unshavian."

"We pass brick and other load, over the undertow.

We stretch, meld, and whisker until the day gets old."

"Where do you nest then, Wickerman?"

"She's out over yonder, as you see her now.

The one with a dead merman, on the bow."

"How do we reach this willow-wisp of a ship?"

"We take her baby; it's a short trip."

"I'll fly out and meet you there.

Just don't cage me and leave me for dispair."

"Aye, aye, Rookwood. Let us discuss over pints of ale.

I'd never put a miracle like you up for sale."

Noon came, when they rendezvou'd at Star Shadow

The ale was drained, but Eddy had no tommorow

A surreal conversation was too much for the fellow

And so he drowned, to become 'an hero'