Author note: Oh no...just when you thought it couldn't get any worse...MORE of them!
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Stage Manager: Okay, spot on Mr. Weasley!

Lighting man: (looking confusedly between Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George and Ron) Um...which one?

( several groans from audience)

Fred: The baby boy...

(Ron scowls as the music starts)

Lee Jordan: AND NOW, TO THE TUNE OF "WHITE CHRISTMAS"...RONALD WEASLEY!

Ron:

If Draco doesn't shut up real quick
I'll get him sent to the nurse
His taunting has gotten worse
Insulting my family's purse
I don't like Malfoy a single ounce
And I am longing to see him bounce

I'm dreaming of a white ferret
The finest hour I'll ever know
I remember so well
Moody gave 'em hell
And showed that great git Draco

I'm dreaming of a white ferret
Of that single fantastic sight
All my chums think it served his right
Couldn't we leave him like that all night?

(light fade out on Ron and come up on a four-part chorus of Oliver Wood, Marcus Flint, Cedric Diggory and Rodger Davies)

Quidditch Captains:

We're dreaming of the Quidditch cup
The season starts and off we go
With our new practice drills
And daring flight skills
We'll win in rain sleet or snow

We're dreaming of the Quidditch cup
Each time our team enters the pitch
Pray our brooms soar without a hitch
And our seeker always gets the snitch!