Ode to the One and Only Argus Filch
DISCLAIMER
I hereby solemnly make known:
Neither did I create, nor do I own
The characters and places of this story;
To J.K. Rowling alone belongs this glory.
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There was no man more just an fair
Than Argus Filch, his father's sole heir.
He worked for Albus Dumbledore
And is preserved in ancient lore.
In Hogwarts lay his soul and heart,
From Hogwarts he could not depart.
His was a respectable position,
He held the castle in superb condition.
He was born a wizard and yet,
He could not conjure; instead,
He used his craftsmanship to repair
Hogwart's broken stool and chair.
And though his chief priority had always been
To keep the castle whole and clean,
He was also fairly quick
To chain students and use the stick.
This occurred when someone broke the rules,
Most often Potter and such fools.
For such purposes he kept
His chains all shiny and intact.
He was a simple, earnest man,
From him all the scoundrels ran.
He had the sharpest eyes around
And found rascals surer than a hound.
But he was a man of honor, true to his word,
From him no lie was ever heard.
He favored no house above the rest
And tried to judge justly to his best.
Whenever there was need,
He would be the first to heed.
He was held in high regards
By everyone in Hogwarts.
Yet, he had no true comrade
Save Mrs. Norris, his beloved cat.
No one else understood him as well;
For her, he would have burnt in hell.
He confidently walked along
The hallways, ensuring naught went wrong.
Tall and proud he stood,
Argus Filch, the epitome of good.
DISCLAIMER
I hereby solemnly make known:
Neither did I create, nor do I own
The characters and places of this story;
To J.K. Rowling alone belongs this glory.
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There was no man more just an fair
Than Argus Filch, his father's sole heir.
He worked for Albus Dumbledore
And is preserved in ancient lore.
In Hogwarts lay his soul and heart,
From Hogwarts he could not depart.
His was a respectable position,
He held the castle in superb condition.
He was born a wizard and yet,
He could not conjure; instead,
He used his craftsmanship to repair
Hogwart's broken stool and chair.
And though his chief priority had always been
To keep the castle whole and clean,
He was also fairly quick
To chain students and use the stick.
This occurred when someone broke the rules,
Most often Potter and such fools.
For such purposes he kept
His chains all shiny and intact.
He was a simple, earnest man,
From him all the scoundrels ran.
He had the sharpest eyes around
And found rascals surer than a hound.
But he was a man of honor, true to his word,
From him no lie was ever heard.
He favored no house above the rest
And tried to judge justly to his best.
Whenever there was need,
He would be the first to heed.
He was held in high regards
By everyone in Hogwarts.
Yet, he had no true comrade
Save Mrs. Norris, his beloved cat.
No one else understood him as well;
For her, he would have burnt in hell.
He confidently walked along
The hallways, ensuring naught went wrong.
Tall and proud he stood,
Argus Filch, the epitome of good.