The raven on the roof
He sits up there alone and aloof

I wonder what he does with all his time
I'm sure it is better spent than mine

He can fly so very high
He can get right up and pierce the sky

Sometimes he has a friend
I guess we all need someone to depend

It must be fun to be like him
To fly in the sky till it gets dim

For nearly four years I have watched the raven on the roof
Each day can be fun and joyful; my friend the raven is proof