There once was a boy wizard so hairy,
His name was the famous Harry.
With a wand in his hand,
And frizz hard to tame,
He looked like a shaggy old terrier!
He'd flick it and spells would erupt,
Like "Sneezio!" and "Poofy Disrupt!"
Then his hair would explode,
In a great furry ode,
Till he looked like a shaggy corrupt!
At Hogwarts, the school was so silly,
With portraits and ghosts acting willy-nilly.
Poor Harry's hair frazzled,
The professors all dazzled,
Thinking, "Is that a Fuzzball or Willie?"
That was the final Finn Alley,
The final Finn Alley.
In potions and charms he would struggle,
With locks that would always ruffle.
When Snape would scowl,
Harry's hair would howl,
Turning into a wild, fuzzy toggle!
Through hallways so grand he'd be running,
