"A big black bird screamed Roto-Rooter" and away go troubles down the drain. The "Raving".... read and take heed. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. While I nodded in the hushing, suddenly there came a rushing, as of someone slowly flushing water 'cross my chamber floor. Only this and nothing more. Eagerly I wished the morrow, vainly I sought to borrow plungers to relieve my sorrow, mops to dry the soggy floor. I slowed it down and nothing more. Ankle deep in water standing, long I stood there wheezing, panting, weeping, cursing curses no mortal ever cursed before. As the mess was slow subsiding, my thoughts were strong to go a riding to dry my troubled clothes, perhaps to find a liquor store. I jumped astride my motor scooter, a big black bird screamed "Roto-Rooter"! "And away go troubles down the drain" - Roto-Rooter. Quoth the raven: "Evermore."