To the tune of Good King Wenceslas )
Potions Master Snape looked out
Upon the Feast of Christmas
As the snow came falling down
On the table vistas
All the children bright and gay
Ready for the season
Laughing there most merrily
With no rhyme nor reason.
�Hither, Slyth�rins stand by me
If you know the telling.
Potter sits there full of glee
His head so huge and swelling.�
�Sir, he�s smiled all the day
Because of Draco Malfoy
Last we heard the Gryff has turned
Draco to his boy toy.�
�Bring me chair and cold compress
Bring me a strong potion
Too much I have drunk I fear
To comprehend this notion.�
Blaise and Pansy shook their heads
Shook them both together
�It is not a joke, we fear.
Draco�s wearing leather.�
�Oh good Merlin, say you�re wrong!�
Professor Snape did beg then.
�Leather vest and leather thong.�
Blaise agreed most solemn.
�Fi-ni-te In-can-ta-tem�
Snape proclaimed most boldly.
�Make this nightmare stop right now! Why this you have told me?�
�Blame we don�t deserve at all
For we are not guilty
It was at the Christmas Ball
When Draco turned most silly
Think we then that Harry gave
The gift that lead to our woe
And now the situation�s grave
Because of mistletoe.�
