The Old Man was a landlord

Rich and formidable

Electric part of his hoard

The tenants were miserable

Raven knew this truth

As such he was compelled

He was sneaking like a sleuth

To find where it was held

In The Old Man’s house

There was a large fuse box

Raven snuck to his penthouse

The Old Man he was to flummox

Raven entered in the night

He was without excuses

He would bring the light

He replaced all the fuses

The electric burned him

He would never look the same

But joy filled him to the brim

No one would believe his claim