To the tune of the Rains of Castamere

And who are you, the Raven said,
That I should heed your word
Only a Rooster far from home
A lonely little bird

In a court of home, or a court far flung
A leader still has flaws
And I’ve a heart, a Tender heart
A heart that weeps for yours

And so they spoke
And so they spoke
Until the Raven healed

He left the child; the Tender smiled
But the Rooster crows no more

The First and Least; now rests in peace
But the Rooster crows no more