Why must I be a perennial dishevelled Neville
And not the heartthrob of his latter-day grace
I need a remembrall to remember my remembrall
A Howler at the breakfast table kind of ruins the taste
Ten points from Gryffindor
One hundred points from Gryffindor
One million points from Gryffindor
A pure-blood wizard shouldn't be such a waste
Hey Neville
Why such a Long bottom
You'll be a hero when all is said and done
Just lay low in the Commons Room
Or hang out with Professor Sprout
Until the seventh book when your time comes
Ten points for Gryffindor
One hundred points for Gryffindor
One billion points for Gryffindor
Potter's not the only Chosen One