Before you read this, I want to say that. I was reading The GoF. This is a little poem about.......The Furball(aka Malfoy after pissong Moody off.)
Disclaimer:/All the characters that are recognizable are from Harry Potter by JK Rowling and therefore belong to JK Rowling.

The Great Bouncing Ferret


He reached his hand
into his pocket
Moody zapped out his hand
just like a rocket.

BANG.
He was no more blonde
Instead he was white
I was much more fond.

He flew up in the air.
Towards the sky.
He must be feeling scared
or perhaps that he would die.

Up to the ceiling
Down to the floor
He must've thought
he would be no more

She came into the room
She looked at Moody
He could tell now
That he was in deep d--dy.

Moody left with a upset sigh
She checked if he was alright.
He went to a deep pink
And was no longer white.

*The Great Bouncing Ferret*