If you're not from the Forbidden Forest
By XxMuffinSlayerxX
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know Hagrid,
You can't know Hagrid.
A giant, hulking, fierce looking man,
With hands as large as the lid of a trash can.
Though on his face is a wild and tangled beard,
He's usually not someone to be feared.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know Hagrid.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know Acromantulas,
You can't know Acromantulas.
Huge, hairy arachnids glaring with eight beady eyes,
It's the basilisk that they despise.
Towering beasts hidden away in their cool, dark den,
They will eat every last one of your men.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know Acromantulas.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know unicorns,
You can't know unicorns.
Majestic creatures, their coats such a brilliant white,
So innocent, so pure, to kill one it is simply not right.
One so wicked as to drink its blood will be cursed with a half life,
Doomed to spend the rest of their days in strife.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know unicorns.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know centaurs,
You can't know centaurs.
A wise, stargazing species, interested in nothing closer than the moon,
Watching the heavens with which they are always in tune.
They are astonishingly haughty and proud,
Never to serve humans is what nearly all of them have vowed.
If you're not from the Forbidden Forest,
You don't know centaurs.
