Twas' the night before Christmas,
And don't you forget it.
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for the ferret.
He stirred and he stirred as his cauldron bubbled,
Soon his furry face would no longer be troubled.
Twas' a Weasley who'd put him in this awful predicament.
Ron, as they called him, had shouted ferettidy schtikament,
And an elongated rat was the form poor Draco took
"Mwahahahaha" the little guy said,
"Soon my features will no longer be of dread."
"For I have brewed this really neat potion,
He will never expect what looks like ordinary lotion,
He has made me furry but he'll soon regret it,
He will be sorry he has made me a ferret".
So the little guy ran and he ran some more,
Until he heard that Gryffindor snore.
He ran down the hall
(Which is hard when you're small)
He wrote a small note and tied it to his paw,
And when Madame Pomfrey awoke just guess what she saw.
Poor Malfoy she saw 'cept he was furry and small.
She turned him back with a snap of her wand, then turned around to see,
Ron propped up by Harry and Hermione.
"He keeps burping slugs," the bushy haired one spoke,
"blames it on his lotion, the poor bloke"
And don't you forget it.
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for the ferret.
He stirred and he stirred as his cauldron bubbled,
Soon his furry face would no longer be troubled.
Twas' a Weasley who'd put him in this awful predicament.
Ron, as they called him, had shouted ferettidy schtikament,
And an elongated rat was the form poor Draco took
"Mwahahahaha" the little guy said,
"Soon my features will no longer be of dread."
"For I have brewed this really neat potion,
He will never expect what looks like ordinary lotion,
He has made me furry but he'll soon regret it,
He will be sorry he has made me a ferret".
So the little guy ran and he ran some more,
Until he heard that Gryffindor snore.
He ran down the hall
(Which is hard when you're small)
He wrote a small note and tied it to his paw,
And when Madame Pomfrey awoke just guess what she saw.
Poor Malfoy she saw 'cept he was furry and small.
She turned him back with a snap of her wand, then turned around to see,
Ron propped up by Harry and Hermione.
"He keeps burping slugs," the bushy haired one spoke,
"blames it on his lotion, the poor bloke"