I don't own House of Anubis
Old Victor
He's really ninety-six,
But he's full of tricks.
He looks like he's under fifty,
Isn't that quite nifty?
Clever is
Old Victor
He has fine facial hair,
He loves his stuffed raven Corbierre.
Every single day,
He grooms each in a special day.
Some quirks of
Old Victor
At 10 O'clock each night,
He wants all of this out, the light.
He'll take out his pin,
And say in five min,
I want to hear it drop,
With a small little plop.
As orders
Old Victor
Going up into the Attic,
Is quite tragic.
Being cellar bound,
Will get you six feet underground.
Both are forbidden by
Old Victor
When in trouble he gives you a tooth brush,
He does not care if the toilets flush.
He just wants to see his face,
Reflected as pretty as lace.
So commands
Old Victor
He's supposed to be the caretaker,
Not the rule maker.
Nor the rule enforcer,
I don't know if I can take more, sir.
Of the dictator I call
Old Victor