You're A Mean One Mr. Riddle
You're a mean one, Voldemort
You really are evil
You're as cuddly as a spider,
And as charming as Kretcher,
Mr. Riddle!
You're a rotten pumpkin
With a horrid smell
You're a dementor, Mr. Riddle!
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got your soul split into seven,
Mr. Riddle!
I can't touch you
On platform 9 3/4
You're a vile one, Mr. Riddle!
You have dixies in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a airsick dragon,
Mr. Riddle!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the airsick dragon!
You're a foul one, Mr. Riddle!
You're a nasty, wasty flobberworm!
Your heart is full of Dobby's socks.
Your soul is full of dungbombs,
Mr. Riddle!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,
"Barbaric, horrid, evil!"
You're a monster, Mr. Riddle!
You're the king of sinful sots!
Your heart's one of Hagrid's rock cakes,
Splotched with moldy, purple spots,
Mr. Riddle!
Your soul is an apalling dump-heap,
Overflowing with unicorn blood
assortment of deplorable rubbish imaginable,
Mangled-up in tangled-up knots of your robes!
You terrify me, Mr. Riddle!
With a nauseous super naus!
You're a crooked jelly bean,
And you drive the night buss, bonkers,
Mr. Riddle!
You're a three-decker death eater
toadstool sandwich,
With POLJUICE POTION!