Forest of Dean, in his flying car
It sure backfired a lot
But he sure flew it with a velvet hand
The flowers all in bloom,
Floral lanterns levitating everywhere
I could feel myself ovulating
Soon, we came to a lake
It was fringed with white sand
Like a sea in the midst of England
The willows' curtains hung low
Good thing they weren't Whomping ones
I knew he would've hated to get me pancaked
His eyes were Slytherin green
When he looked at me
Made me feel right at home, away from home
His smile was a bit Prewett
A bit Malfoy, and a bit Weasley,
And naturally Black-rivalling
He said, "I know you're a Ravenclaw,
"But you're a real squib, if you don't know how to swim!"
We took off our clothes
Threw them in the devil's snare
The lake's got grindylows
They sure know how to spotlight our arses
He's a devious snake
He stalks me like a bimbo eaglet
After we get done skinny dippin'
We'll get on to Muggle-Poachin'!