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."