A bed of black down

Do you know the nature of the Raven
or of the calamity he brings?
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

Stubble-chinned or clean-shaven,
he’ll beguile you with the song he sings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven?

He’ll play you on by misbehavin’:
twisting words, belying meanings.
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

Dare you bring him to your haven,
a victim of his smooth preenings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven?

He says that you’re the one who’ll save him
and pull you down beneath his wings.
You’ll not find one who is more craven.

By the morning you’ll be needing savin’
for you’ll be dancing on his strings.
Do you know the nature of the Raven –
you’ll not find one who is more craven.