Disclaimer:
Still owning absolutely nothing.
I will review every story of the
first person who can name every poem, and recite them to me.
Chapter 2:
That sweet Ron Weasley
has grown up so
fine.
He won't get up
To feed the swine.
He
lies in bed
til eight or nine,
surely this boy does
take his
time.
Hark,
hark,
The Animagus does bark,
The Weasley's are coming to
town;
Some in robes,
And Muggle clothes,
And one in a velvet
gown. (Malfoy in disguise)
I
love Mrs. Norris,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't prank
her
She'll won't call Filch in alarm.
So I'll not use my dung
bombs
Or shoo her away,
But Mrs. Norris and I
Shall put
troublemakers away
The
Lion and the Snake
Were fighting for the Cup.
The Lion beat the
Snake
'Coz of Malfoy's hiccup
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff
were
always full of cheers.
While the Slytherins
Sulked and drank a
lot of butterbeers.
Here
we go round the Whomping Willow,
The Whomping Willow,
The
Whomping Willow,
Here we go round the Whomping Willow,
During
the full moon.