We are the ravens in the Tower
Guardians in sooty livery
If we should perish, have a care
Down will fall state and monarchy
Drawn by the corpses of the crown
We watched the death of Anne Boleyn
And pecked the eyes from Lady Grey
Who had displeased the sovereign
We're soldiers of the Kingdom, and
Are ravens of superior cast
Vladimir Putin was impressed
By our 'Good morning! ' as he passed
Our wings are clipped, our beaks still bite
We've coloured band upon our legs
And Raven George was sent to Wales
For snapping aerials like pegs
Conduct unsatisfactory, means
From service we could be retired
We hold a corvid's funeral
When friend or fellow crow's expired
Here is our roll call. Hardey, Thor,
Odin and Gwyllum, Cedric, gay
Hugine and Munin. We consume
6 ounce of raw meat every day
Our treats are biscuits soaked in blood
An egg, plus rabbit in its fur
This keeps us sturdy. We can live
Up till the age of fortyfour!
We are the ravens in the Tower
Guardians in sooty livery
If we should perish, have a care
Down will fall state and monarchy
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