So let us now build a statue of the poet McGonagall
So that when we do our supermarket shopping at the mall
We will remember that noble bard as we eat our sausage roll
And give thanks for one who has us all in thrall.

A noble statue made of bronze will stand to greet the day
As we park our cars and walk to the shops without dismay
And the peace doves all will gather on this brand new resting place
And relieve themselves in unison for the rest of their days.

And laughing children will definitely play on it in the park
And rain and sleet and snow over the years will leave their mark
And this great man's poetry will live for another day
As we walk past it and wend our way to work without delay.

Oh that I could some day have such a fine statue erected
To have such a fine thing is not to be expected
Such a glorious honour is only to be aspired to
And lots of rhyme and metre is certainly required too.