As I played the fiddle
I met a man named riddle
he had a strange a mark
that I couldn't see in the dark
he pulled out a stick
and gave it a flick
with wiffle and waffle.
What he conjured with a crackle
he said in a cackle
I will win then with a shrug
I picked up a slug
and flung it at him as a gasp
from his lungs then came a boy with a bolt
I had to Stand up and say halt
riddle did a girly dance
that made him prance
I laughed all day and night
until the boy who lived gave me a fright
He said his name was Harry Potter
But in my head it was Harry Plopper
I thought he was gay
And he said hooray!!
Tom riddle played
the fiddle
as harry and I danced
and did a prance
in the moon light
we sat in fright as remus came
in we knew
this was the end
with a kiss good bye
as we stood on rye and
watched the day die