Voldemore Got Run Over By a Hippogriff
Voldemort got run over by a hippogriff.
Portkeying home from Malfoy's house Christmas eve.
You can say there's not such thing as Dumbleclause,
But as for me and the Order, we believe.
He'd been drinking too much fairynog,
And they begged him not go.
But he was arrogant was usual,
And staggered out to the garden in covered in snow.
When they found him Christmas morning,
At the seen of the attack,
He had large hoof-prints on his pale forehead,
And incriminating feathers on his back.
Voldemort got run over by a hippogriff.
Portkeying home from Malfoy's house Christmas eve.
You can say there's not such thing as Dumbleclause,
But as for me and the Order, we believe.
Now we're all so suspicious of the Malfoys,
They've been taking this too well.
See them in there eyeing Lucius's new walking sticks
Drinking pumpkin juice and
Playing Exploding Snap with Bellatrix.
It's a better Christmas without Voldemort,
Not one of us is wearing black
And we just can't help but wonder:
Should we celebrate later,
Or party now as he's never coming back?
Never coming back!
Voldemort got run over by a hippogriff.
Portkeying home from Malfoy's house Christmas eve.
You can say there's not such thing as Dumbleclause,
But as for me and the Order, we believe.
Now the turkey's on the thable
And the pudding laced with gin
And the various green candles
That would have matched
The Dark Lord's skin.
We've told all our
Friends and neighbours
Better carry a gift to say thank you
To a man who apparates with hippogriffs
And enjoys a Sunday floo.
Voldemort got run over by a hippogriff.
Portkeying home from Malfoy's house Christmas eve.
You can say there's not such thing as Dumbleclause,
But as for me and the Order, we believe.