Track Title:               The Croak Of The Editor's Raven
Album Title:               Internet Contributor III - Frank Sinatra

Prime Artist:              Lorenz Hart
Written by:                Lorenz Hart
From:                      1913

(With apologies to E. A. Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, while he pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious column of athletic lore,
While he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at the office door.
"A contributor," he muttered, "tapping at my office door-
Bertie, sleek, and nothing more."

"Here, O Harold, I have written verse of magic piquancy;
Hear the meter, mark the jingle, it is music to your ear,"
When he took it, lo!  he found it full of faults both light and grave.
"Oh!  this job is not so pleasant," echoed Harold with a leer;
"Bertie, you are not a poet,"  Harold muttered like a seer.
Exit Bertie by the rear.

Every faulty "form-note" changing, every article arranging.
Doubting, swearing, blotting blots no blotter did before-
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only accent spoken was the whispered words "That bore!"
This, he muttered, and the echo whispered back those words "That bore!"
"Gee!"  quoth Harold.  "Nevermore!"

"Wretch," cried Harold, "thing of evil!  wretched paper of the devil!
By A. Simmons' lanky shadow, by our Bertie's fattened pouch,
Ne'er again will I sit watching, ne'er again correct this botching!
Curse the News and all this trouble!  Would that Izzy Moyse were here!"
And he nodded, almost sleeping, as you now are, reader dear.
Gone and vanished was that leer.
In his dreams, his pale lips parted, and they formed the words "Oh! dear,
Nevermore-oh, never fear!"

Contributed by Carlene Bogle