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 back door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered,
"tapping at my back door -
Only a chicken and nothing more."

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Verse courtesy of Edgar Allen Poe and JustmeLisa.