Vernon I am
I do not like the boy I see
I do not want him near Dudley
I did not want him left at my door
Do you hear me, Dumbledore?
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I do not like him here or there
I do not like his messy hair
I do not like his oddball dreams
I fear he is not all he seems
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I hate his dreams of motorcycles
He has no right to be Dudley's rival
Such awful memories of his father!
My word, the boy is such a bother
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The thought of him makes me vomit
Then I lock him in the closet
His existence is nothing but tragic
Another weirdo user of magic
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Those glasses are a sign of weakness
I plan to fill his days with bleakness
I will stamp out this oddity
If need be, I will do so bodily
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He will remain under the stairs
And of his heritage continue unawares
He must learn to respect his betters
I must destroy those bloody letters
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I do not like the boy, I say
I do not like him night or day
I will not stand for anything weird
Especially that hair, that must be sheared
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Why did you leave him at my door?
Just to torture me, Dumbledore?
