Here’s a tale about a boy who lived Raised a muggle, always struggling His parents died, he was left with a scar By the evil Lord Voldemort All these years he’s been wondering why He’s the one to make the sacrifice But when he sleeps at night he knows That he can never go home
He’s the one they call Harry Potter A lightning scar and hair like his father’s With a task that only he can do He’ll keep fighting ’til the fighting’s through
Years went by and he felt out of place Until the day he turned a certain age He was taken to a school where he Would become a hero naturally
Aboard the train, he met a boy named Ron He knew he’d met someone that he could count on There was Hermione with all of her smarts They would discover mysteries of the Dark Arts