I shut my beak,
I don\'t ever speak,
I walk around this great fortress of London, the Tower,
I am on parade in it\'s grounds from hour to hour.
I have lived to see many stories and tales unfold before my eyes,
The Tower has been a hotbed of intrigue, corruption, power and lies.
I\'d love to fly somewhere exotic,
I may be a raven but I\'m not despotic.
My wings are clipped, if I left the Tower will crumble and fall.
It may not seem with my life that I am having a ball.
The Tower however is my home,
Around its grounds I roam.
Long live the Tower of London, a fortress of history,
Come see me the Raven - my longevity here is a mystery.