I ride a hot potato
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
I ride a hot potato
It's tickling my fancy
Speak up, I can't hear you
And even 'you've made a right dog's breakfast of that' can be complimentary, if you're a dog
And even 'you've made a right dog's breakfast of that' can be complimentary, if you're a dog
There's no-one like McGonagall
There never was a poet so intent on spouting doggerel
His ego, his ineptitude - could it all be just a bit?
But when you look for scansion, McGonagall's lines don't always fit
There's no-one like McGonagall
There never was a poet so intent on spouting doggerel
His ego, his ineptitude - could it all be just a bit?
But when you look for scansion, McGonagall's lines don't always fit
Love putting in em dashes
Love putting in em dashes
Nor with them cause affray,
Who knows, perhaps they'll throw us in
The silvery, silvery Tay?
Nor with them cause affray,
Who knows, perhaps they'll throw us in
The silvery, silvery Tay?