I decided to take a nap beneath the Whomping Willow tree.
Oh, my, my. You wish you were me.
I had a blanket and a pillow and a good wizard book,
but I was so tired I didn’t read the book.
I was deep asleep for a while, I could tell.
As if someone had cast me under a spell.
I awoke as my neck started to get sore.
It was then I realized I should have listened to Albus Dumbledore….
Because Whompy stole my pillow.
Whompy stole my pillow
and he won’t give it back to me.
