Gilderoy, You Naughty Boy

Disclaimer: Gildy's not mine. He wouldn't want me anyway, I'm sure.

Author's Note: Don't ask where I came up with this. I really don't know. Loosely from the POV of the nurse in charge of Gilderoy.

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Gilderoy, you naughty boy
Put away those pictures
That you sign
With dotted i's
For your non-existent visitors

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
Your hair is still quite blonde
Though it's been bleached
Just like your teeth
Of you I've grown quite fond

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
You still cannot remember
The reason why
Your mind's eye
Is as blank as everyone else's

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
You're really quite the charmer
So give me a smile
And I'll stay awhile
You can tell me all you remember

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
That won't take but a moment
And like the last
I'll take your photograph
With another signature on it

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
Perhaps you were someone brave
A hero or poet
Even if you don't know it
I'm sure it was someone quite grand

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
I'll leave you to your musings
So say goodnight
And turn out the light
But don't worry- your teeth will be glowing!

Gilderoy, you naughty boy
Put away those pictures
That you sign
With dotted i's
For your non-existent visitors.