The Elusive Trophy
Oh, woe is me and woe is you!
I just can't deny what's so glaringly true!
The team is a mess, the players too,
They've got no heart and they're all so blue!
It would be much better if I just knew
What ails our team – is it the flu?
We've got good Beaters with aim very true
And the best darn Chasers that ever flew!
So someone, please, give me a clue!
Why'd we lose to Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too?
Our fans number up to quite a few
Who scream and cheer 'til their faces are blue
And our Seeker is the finest of the entire crew
To him, extraordinary saves are nothing new!
I think the Keeper's got some work to do
'Cause he's the chef that creates the brew
But he sticks to his goal like super-glue
And he's encouraging when the match is through.
So tell me, someone, how about you?
Why do we lose, whatever we do?
The trophy was ours, that we knew!
But we let Slytherin block our view!
And for the third time, I bid the Cup adieu
If you want me, I'll be crying in the loo!
- (A heartbroken) Oliver Wood