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Chapter
3:
This
cat is a Kneazle,
A Kneazle, A Kneazle,
This cat is a
Kneazle,
What ever shall we do?
We'll
send for Professor Dumbledore,
Dumbledore, Dumbledore,
We'll
send for Professor Dumbledore,
And he'll know what to do.
Peter,
Peter, damned Death Eater,
Didn't have a girl cause he couldn't
keep her.
But he could murder, really swell.
That's the only
thing, he did well.
Harry
had a large dog;
it's fur as black as coal;
and everywhere
that Harry went,
the dog was sure to go.
It
followed him to class one day,
which was against the rule;
it
made the children laugh and play,
to see a dog at school.
And
so McGonagall sent it out,
but still it lingered near,
and
waited patiently about
Till Harry did appear.
"Why
does the dog love Harry so?"
The eager children cry,
"Why,
Harry loves the dog, you know"
McGonagall did reply.
It's
snowing,
It's pouring,
Old Dumbledore is snoring;
He went
to bed
And banged his head
And went to St Mungo's next morning.