Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
„‚Tis some visiter,“ I muttered, „tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.“
Edgar Allan Poe
Okay, it’s not a raven. It’s just a crow…