An ode to Harry, in other words the rest of the well known poem "His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad."

An ode to Harry.

His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,

His hair is as black as a blackboard,

I wish he were mine, he's really divine,

The hero who conquered the dark Lord.

He wears great big glasses and he has a scar,

When he's near me my heart bounds and leaps,

He holds his head up high, he is a fly guy,

Although Professor Snape hates him heaps.

Dumbledore loves him so think he is gay,

Harry is the Griffindor seeker,

He rides his new broomstick, looking really slick,

But I am really the love seeker.

I won't have the trouble of meeting the parents,

His mother and father have both died,

It wasn't a car crash, but a big green flash,

But Harry didn't fry, he survived.

I follow him around school all the time,

But I really don't think that he knows,

I'll look for him know, I don't care how,

So this is the end of my ode.



Ginny Weasley