Disclaimer: "Guess who?" say the authors over-enthusiastically, sneaking up behind the unsuspecting reader. "Who?" replies the reader, just as sweetly. "Not J.K. Rowling!" moan the 3sadlostogslightlymadsouls in anguish.
Through the Froggy Fog, A New Day Has Come
Little Mister Ronnie
Sat on a lawn-y
Eating his porridge and butterbeer
When along came Aragog
Through the froggy fog
And he said,
"May I share your curd and wye?"
Little Mr. Ronnie
Said, "No, I don't have any"
And Aragog said, "Then you must die!"
"Harry!" shouted Ronnie. "Come quick! Save my life!"
"Sorry, Hermione and I are…busy?"
"Oh no!" said Ron. "Now I'll doubly die!"
On the inside and outside, I have been brought to tears.
"Kill me Aragog! I must die!"
So he did.
Burn, Cho. Burn.
(At the first reading of this poem in the Café Homerhundrunnerschnitzel, there was a complete minute of confused and awkward silence (during which Charletto stood up and clapped while everyone else stared) as the occupants of the tiny restaurant attempted laboriously to figure out just what the hell they had just been read. Cocabella repeatedly bowed throughtout this whole time. Then, out of nowhere, Ron popped in and shouted, "Erm, I'm all right!", and Hermione shouted back, "Oh, Ronniekins, I love you!" and Ron shouted again "And I got the girl!" and then everyone clapped and it was a beautiful day and then I found seven knuts!)
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