A raven went to shaven
One fine morn
Feathers waven nothin he was saven
Until completely shorn
See’n his complexion in his reflection
He said it’s changed from black to white
From this correction I’ll get more affection
Even though it’s not right
But all the other birds, in just so many words
Let the raven know
Their detection and then rejection
Indicated he was not apropos
It makes me cry, I can no longer fly
And my voice I can’t change
Now a lie in every eye
Everyone sees me as strange