Beware the nineteenth corvid,
An adversary avid
To peck your eye
And suck you dry,
Immobilized and bed-rid.
His gaze is fierce and livid.
The fear of death is vivid.
Hear, accept, obey, comply.
Beware the nineteenth corvid.
His advent makes men morbid.
Society turns sordid:
Propounds the lie
That we shall die.
Is he or we more horrid?
Beware the nineteenth corvid.
(This is a rondeau, which features not quite regularly alternating A / B end rhymes and one repeated A line throughout. Words and drawing by Sarah Hinlicky Wilson.)
