The Ray. The Raven.

I always sing the hymn of hate, When I perceive the Ray (or skate) His ugly mouth I can't abide, His eyes are on the other side, His features are all out of place He hasn't even any face. I do not mind the Raven, though Maligned by Edgar Allan Poe:

By his fun-er-ial array We recognize him from the Ray, Whose epiderm is white as snow, Not black as night, like Mr Crow. Though black, morose, and quite unshaven I'm sure we all prefer the Raven.