The Raven by Lewis Carroll

The Walrus and the Carpenter + The Raven = The Narrator of The Raven Gets PO'd at the Raven and Eats It

The moon was shining in the sky, 

shining with all her might

She did her very best to make 

the stars gleam sharp and bright.

This wasn't odd, because it was

the middle of the night. 

The sun was sleeping sleepily

Because he thought the moon

had every right to be up there

and sing her little tune. 

"It would be rude of me," he said

"to come now much too soon."

My room was dim, as dim could be

I almost fell asleep

my tales of lore were boring me

and worked like counting sheep

but then I heard a tapping

and it gave my heart the creeps. 

I thought it was my lost Lenore,

walking close at hand

I wept like anything because

I wished to hold her hand

but this I could not do because

she was too dead to stand. 

But seven taps, and seven raps

came from the door again

"Do you suppose," I thought to myself

"that it would be a sin

to think it was my lost Lenore?" 

But only a bird came in. 

"Oh, Raven, come and sit with me,

I asked the bird so black

"A pleasant seat, a chance to meet

and maybe have a snack?

And maybe I should know your name?"

And then the bird talked back. 

The bird said "Nevermore" and then 

it perched upon a bust

of Pallas, who is somebody

I don't know, so I trust

that you remember who he is.

I don't although I must. 

I asked the Raven if he knew

of any sort of cure, 

a kind of balm or sweet nepenthe

for my sorrow for Lenore. 

but then the Raven only said,

"Nevermore, nevermore." 

"I weep for me," I said to myself

"I deeply sympathize."

With sobs and tears I ran and got

some knives of notable size

Holding my pocket handkerchief

Before my streaming eyes. 

"Oh, Raven," said I, wielding the knives

'You've had some pleasant fun

with all my sadness, tears and woes."

But answer there was none

and this was scarcely odd because

I'd eaten him in one.