diante rap

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore

You ain't gotta worry no more

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping

Not concerned with most rappers me I'm a king

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door

Some old bitch that we did before

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door"

I wanted a brother my mother I told her