Dementor's Song

If the day is looking grey,

Don't worry no more, I say

It's the dementors

They are floating in sky.

They are black and quite smoky

Shrouded in a cape a li'l cocky.

And their skin is wrinkled

To a point beyond repair.

They cause a lot of gloom

Makes you think you're headin' to doom

But that's not to say

They are the ones to pay.

It's their characteristic trait

That they trouble you sans respite

But the witches and the wizards

Sure got a way.

Pick up your magic wand,

To do that sleight of your hand

And kill the glum

Shout Expecto Patronum!

The silver light that springs out

If a unicorn, you deserve a lout

But it does the trick

If you even cast a crick.

So there you see my folks

That dementors are no hoax.

Look around you

Now you know why it is so blue.

Now you know how to treat 'em

Not by force or by your cloak's hem

But with magic watch the day

As it turns... so... bright.... AGAIN!