And strange he looked,
The man called Dumbledore.
And tall and thin,
He looked so grim!
The wizard named Dumbledore.
But his eyes they twinkled,
As his wit was sprinkled
On the speech of Dumbledore.
Compassion he holds,
And wisdom unfolds,
The wise old sage Dumbledore.
For lessons he gives,
And evil he seives,
Hogwarts' good old Dumbledore.
Out to save the world,
Keep secrets unfurled,
The cunning man, Dumbledore.
And grief he knew -
Happiness, too -
The full heart of Dumbledore.
He was the king of the Court,
Enemy of Voldemort,
Everlasting Dumbledore.
But now his noble head
Lies in a pool of red,
Our beloved Dumbledore.
What woe betide
The day he died!
The departed Dumbledore!
And when of him I think,
I cannot sleep a wink,
Hauntingly near Dumbledore.
Oh, I want you back!
Of so much I lack
Without my dear Dumbledore!
But his voice on the hills,
It brings joy, and it stills
My longing for Dumbledore.