A.N.#1: This is just a very stupid little ditty I made up while on vacation. It is a filk to the tune of Yankee Doodle. I am probably going to get flames on this, but oh well. I just felt like posting it. This is definitely most stupid thing I have ever posted, including "Philosopher's Stone's and Tails: My Demented Dream."
Disclaimer#1: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, Quidditch, Firebolts, the red Quidditch cape (actually it's scarlet, but scarlet wouldn't fit in the song so I had to put red), the quidditch stadium, bludgers, and the snitch.
Dedication#1: This is dedicated to...um...my mom because she reminded me what comes after, "and called it macaroni," a part that I had forgotten.
Harry Potter went to Quidditch
Riding on his Firebolt,
Put his red cape on his shoulders,
And went out to the stadium.
Harry Potter, keep it up!
Harry Potter dandy!
Mind the bludgers and your broom,
And with the snitch be handy.
A.N.#2: *Sigh* It doesn't even rhyme. And if that bit of stupidity isn't enough, here's an alternate song, also to the tune of Yankee Doodle, and also not rhyming. It's practically the same as the first one, just a little different.
Dedication#2:This one is dedicated to my brother, who helped me with the last line of it.
Disclaimer#2: J.K. Rowling owns Harry, Hogwarts, Harry's Firebolt, Harry's wand, Fawkes's feather, Fawkes, Ron, Hermione, and Cho Chang.
Harry Potter went to Hogwarts
Riding on his Firebolt,
Stuck his old wand in his pocket,
Made with Fawkes's feather.
Harry Potter keep it up!
Harry Potter dandy!
Mind Ron and Hermione,
And with Cho Chang be handy!
A.N.#3: That was, if such a thing is possible, even worse than the first one, because the second verse was kind of forced -- it didn't come as naturally as the first verse did, if you know what I mean. Anyway, both were very bad, so it doesn't really matter. Hmmm, it looks like my three author's notes, three dedications, and three disclaimers combined are going to be taking up way more space in this fic than the two songs themselves. Oh well, c'est la vie (that means "that's life" in French for all you people who don't know). Anyway, feel free to flame me if you want; you would probably have good reason to do so. Also, please review, because even bad reviews make my day!!! Remember to review!!!!!!!
Dedication#3: This entire fic is dedicated to Joanne Kathleen Rowling for creating the best series in the world!!!!!!!
Disclaimer#3: You think there is no more to disclaim, but there is. I don't own the tune of Yankee Doodle, because no one does!!!!!!!!!!!! But I own the words!!!!!!!!!!! Except my brother owns the last line of the second song ("And with Cho Chang be handy"). And any reviews I get will belong to the reviewer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Since when have we had to disclaim reviews? Oh well, now I am disclaiming my reviews and there is nothing you can do about it!!!!!!!) So people, if you want to own another thing, review my story and you will own the review!!!!!!!!!!!!!