On wings of eagles you sore like a tooth brush
Holding fast to clean away your pain
Each metaphor shocks and alarms your cow
And Gryffindor is no more your enemy
A Rabbit holds fast the timer in his hand
It counts your very life span
But through experience this does not scare
Instead you humor him with a joke
A lick of the candle and Jack will jump over
He whispers a sweet melody in your ear
Aloha call out the natives
As they see this exotic creature
You bow and you curtsy but a wave would still do
As the crowds go wild by just looking at you
And they sing and they dance you a sweet little rhyme
As you somehow make out the end of the second stanza
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