OF all the wonders to be found on Earth
And many there are of great and certain worth
None is more a mystery than insanity,
WIlder than love and more harmful than mere inanity;

In light of which, we all well may wonder
Knowing that he does rend our minds asunder
And yet will never bravely and openly fault us,
Why does this man continue to assault us?

And not content to wreak a bloody ruction
Must make McGonagal his weapon of destruction!
It surely qualifies as madness thus one's friends to waste
Especially to do so in such execrable taste!

Thus let us all my friends, together join, in praying
That Little Hawk give o'er, and take up crocheting.
At least this would lead him toward productive ends,
And give him more than shattered, angry friends!

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