Harry Potter spent his Summers waiting for the Fall
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He'd count the days, and dream each night of Hogwarts' distant call
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The Dursley's, Harry's relatives, were wretched as can be-a
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He prayed each night to Satan that they'd die from gonhorrea
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But one day he recieved a note that Hogwarts had burned down
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"Oh no!" he cried, and quickly donned a disappointed frown
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He trashed his room and tore his books, and then went for his trunk
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But Dumbledore popped out and bellowed, "Harry! You've been PUNK'D!"
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Harry stared in disbelief at Dumbledore's old smirk
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He knew it was joke, but he got pissed and went berserk
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He threw the old man to the ground and punched him in the beard
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He pinned him down with all his weight, and that's when it got weird
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Dumbledore was smiling as young Harry sat on top
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He made a funny noise and ordered Harry not to stop
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But Harry got freaked out and threw a large book at his head
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And Dumbledore stopped moving, it seemed Dumbledore was dead
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Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
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You killed your headmaster, now your problem's just begun
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Run, Harry, run, Harry, run!
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Who can fend off Voldemort now?
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No one
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Run, Harry, Run!
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Lemon Demon |