There once was a pretty young witch named McGonagall,
Whom received one day a wake-up call,
From a much older wizard who went by Dumbledore,
One day he said, "Minerva, Our teacher of yore,
Whom taught has left, can you answer our call?"

Said the young McGonagall,
"As long as there's no crystal ball",
"You must be quite tough,
This job can be rough."
"I'm more cold-hearted than a Neanderthal."

After seeing the young McGonagall,
Accept his call,
This man named Dumbledore,
Ceased to implore.
And from that day on, cleaning up dungbombs, was McGonagall's fall.

Day after day, young McGonagall,
Would have her ball,
Cleaning up dungbombs,
And ignoring peeping-Toms.
Needless to say, she was oft in a bathtub's stall.

One day, McGongall had a change of heart.
Any more dungbombs would make her fart.
Dumbledore agreed,
And thus decreed,
McGonagall should drive a cart.