Apprehensions for the Latest Harry Potter Book
Poor Harry's a goner- that much I can say,
For fantasy frequently goes in that way,
But much sadder fancies keep seizing my brain-
'Tis enough to keep one in unbearable pain!
O who could it be now? The tragedy's set,
For someone will perish- our eyes shall be wet-
Into mourning the nerds all the sudden must go,
Fie, cruel J.K. Rowling! To break our hearts so!
The Weasleys will clearly a prime target be
(What a horrid and heart-wrenching loss that will be!)
To leave Arthur a wid'wer or George without Fred?
How many would rather themselves die instead!
Or what about Hagrid? The gentle, huge man-
Can this be a part of the novelist's plan?
Or Neville?! –From this madd'ning book I must fly,
Imploring "Sweet Neville, I beg you, don't die!"
In unhappy conjecture I thus my time spend,
'Till God in his mercy the magic hour send,
When I get my copy, though I am but poor,
And (for best or worse) know at long last for sure!
