So this one is… weird. In the ballad, three ravens stare at the corpse of a knight that’s just lying around in the grass. Suddenly, a doe wanders into the scene and – as does are apparently wont to do – starts kissing the knight. Then she dumps the body in a lake before dying herself, presumably because making out with a dead body can give you all manner of diseases. LITERATURE, FOLKS.
(Note that, with most of Lit Brick, I’m obviously drawing the most literal interpretation of the text. The doe is no doubt a metaphor for the knight’s lady love, but that’s not nearly as funny.)
Continuing our ancient lit jam session, here’s “The Three Ravens,” courtesy of Peter, Paul, and Mary: