Sprout

A silly little poem about, well, Professor Sprout.

They were heading to their herbology class
It was second year
All were talking in a cheer
Unaware of what they were walking into

Professor Sprout was standing by some plants
They recognized them as the mandrake
But they never knew it was more than they could take
Because this head of Hufflepuff was usually so composed

She gave the class repotting instructions
For the specimens were growing large
But there was something that the lady in charge
Forgot to give on purpose

Just as the squirming bodies were released
The teacher did slip out
And that was the last seen of old Sprout
As for the others...

Some tried to escape
As the first screams were released
From those nasty dirty beasts
But to no avail

They all perished
Even Harry Potter
And as the green house really got hotter
So did those evil plants

The funeral was huge
For over twenty had died
Even Dumbledore profusely cried
On the steamy sunny day

And as for Sprout she was insane
She was eventually caught
And was rightly brought
To a crazy house

So if you have a nice calm teacher
Be sure to beware
Even if they seem to care
At the first chance they're gone

Disclaimer: This was really in the CoS But the version I used came from a fanfic called The Attack of Professor Sprout so read it so he got his, er, time out of it.

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