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And also if you've got a good nursery rhyme please send it along to me.
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!
