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Thanks to Alexandra who made the last two poems, with some changes made by me.

Chapter 1:

What are little wizards made of, made of?
What are little wizards made of?
"Broomsticks and mischief, and spells gone all wrong;
And that's what little wizards are made of, made of."

What are little witches made of, made of?
What are little witches made of?
"Spell books and essays, and being on time;
And that's what little witches are made of, made of."

Gred and Forge, mischief and lie
Snogged the girls to make them cry;
But when the Death Eaters come out to play,
Gred and Forge fly far away

Sexy James Potter
Thought he looked hotter
As he sat drinking his butterbeer.
He stuck in a fork,
To pull out the cork.
And chanted, "Accio sweet Lilykins, here"

Poor James Potter

Sat on his tuffet

Eating a chocolate frog.

Along came a Dark Lord,

Who pulled out a sharp sword

And Jamesie became naught but fog

A pocket full of newt eye,
Four and twenty death eaters

Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
they began to sing,

Wasn't that a dainty dish
to set before their Lord?
The Lord was in a Gringotts vault

Counting stolen money,
Potter was in his cupboard
Eating bread and honey.
Moody was in the garden
Hanging out his robes,

When along came Crouch

Who cursed off his nose!