A Raven sat upon a tree,
  And not a word he spoke, for
His beak contained a piece of Brie,
  Or, maybe, it was Roquefort:
    We ’ll make it any kind you please—
    At all events, it was a cheese.

Beneath the tree’s umbrageous limb
  A hungry fox sat smiling;
He saw the raven watching him,
  And spoke in words...