A tiny baby,
Of only one,
Victim to the Dark Lord's fun.
With no parents,
What will he do?
Who on earth
Will he be sent to?
The lights go out,
A man appears,
He's dressed in robes,
And has a long silver beard.
A cat transforms,
To a woman in green,
They're the strangest pair
You could have seen.
All of a sudden,
A roar comes from up high,
The pair look up,
To see a motorbike flying in the sky.
A giant on board,
A little baby in his hands,
He says good-bye,
And leaves him at his uncle and aunt's.
The Dursleys wake up,
To see what was the racket,
Vernon Dursley gets up
And puts on his jacket.
As he opens the door,
What should he find?
A little boy,
The tiniest kind.
He picks him up,
And takes him in,
Now for eleven years
Of torture to begin.
The boy is named Harry,
And who would have known,
That he could defeat the Dark Lord
All on his own?
With his mother's love to protect him,
He survived the curse,
And the Dark Lord ended up
Getting off worse.