The End of the Raven (“by Edgar Allan Poe’s Cat”) Songtext
von Leslie Fish

This is called "The End of the Raven (By Edgar Allan Poe′s Cat)"

Mrow
On a night quite unenchanting
When the rain was downward-slanting
I awakened to the ranting
Of the man I catch mice for

Tipsy and a bit unshaven
In a tone I found quite craven
Poe was talking to a raven
Perched above his chamber door

"Raven's very tasty," thought I
As I tip-toed o′er the floor
There is nothing I like more

Soft upon the rug I treaded
Calm and careful as I headed
Toward his roost atop that dreaded
Bust of Pallas I deplore


While the bard and birdie chattered
I made sure that nothing clattered
Creaked or snapped or fell or shattered
As I crossed the corridor

For Poe's house is crammed with trinkets
Curios and weird decor
Bric-a-brac and junk galore

Still the raven never fluttered
Standing stock-still as he uttered
In a voice that shrieked and sputtered
His two cents' worth: "Nevermore!"

While this dirge the birdbrain kept up
Oh so silently I crept up
Then I crouched and quickly lept up
Pouncing on the feathered bore

Soon he was a heap of plumage
And a little blood and gore
Only this and not much more
Prrr

"Oh!" my pickled poet cried out
"Pussycat, it′s time I dried out
"Never sat I in my hideout
"Talking to a bird before


"How I′ve wallowed in self-pity
"While my gallant, valiant kitty
"Put an end to that damned ditty!"
Then I heard him start to snore

Back atop the door I clambered
Eyed that statue I abhor
Jumped and smashed it to the floor!
Prrow