There once was a great mother named Molly;
She was always joyous and jolly
But down by her leg
Was a bowl of nutmeg.
And everyone went 'Oh golly'.
Then our pretty Ginny tearfully said,
'Our great mother is dead.
We'll will always rave
That she was honorable and brave
By saving Ron and our bread.'
Ron was crying and chest fallen
In fact he was positively bawlin'
He missed his mother's pie
And the fact she liked Appleby.
He sent Luna to do some fire-callin'.
Luna really was an enormous help.
She cleaned and dinner was kelp.
She walked around the body
And she made a call to Dobby
But he was caring for his whelp.
But then Dumbledore came by
And had time for a good cry.
With out one more look
He brought her to the brook.
Where she would forever lie.
But we all know about Sirius,
That he's brilliant and curious.
So he took a long whiff
But regretted that sniff
Because Harry said he was delirious.
The moral lass and lad
Is that nutmeg is very bad.
So stay away from the drug
Or its your own grave you dug
Just like great mother Molly had.
The other day I was listening to the radio and they were talking about how kids were sniffing nutmeg to get a high. This is my reponse to how stupid that sounded.
And tell me if the rating is too high.