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Ron and Harry were ranting about how unbelievable awful Snape was. Words like "greasy git" and "over-grown-bat" flew over the table at the great hall. Hermione could do nothing but smile when she remembered the lyrics to a song she heard last summer.
When
we grew up and went to school
There
were certain teachers who would
Hurt
the children in any way they could
By
pouring their derision
Upon
anything we did
And
exposing every weakness
However
hidden by the kids
But
in the town, it was well known
When
they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic
wives would thrash them
Within
inches of their lives.
"To bad Snape hasn't a wife" she mumbled to herself.