Ailsa McKillop From the rooftop boldly glaring at the laden tables bearing Toys and knickknacks now for sharing, books and journals by the score; At the throngs of buyers teeming; at the golden moles a-gleaming; At the young ones, tired and screaming: oft he'd found it such a bore. Would he join the bargain hunters as he'd done in days of yore? Quoth the Raven: "Nevermore."
