Roto-Rooter presents, "The Raving." Once upon a midnight dreary, while I Pondered weak and weary Of a quaint and curious volumes of forgotten law. Suddenly there came a rushing As if someone slowly flushing Water across my chamber floor. Vainly then I sought to borrow Plungers to relieve my sorrow. Alas, I slowed it down to nothing more. As the mess was slow-subsiding, My thoughts were strong to go a-riding, Perhaps to find a pack-and-store. I jumped astride my motor scooter, A big black bird screamed, "Roto-Rooter!" Quoth the Raven, "Evermore."