MISS ME?
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST START RUNNING AROUND THE CASTLE AGAIN? WELL PEEVESY'S GOT SOME NEWS FOR YOU!!!
S'been so long since you've been here,
I'd almost given up,
But now I get to tease you more with a little bit of luck!
Ickle little first years with their silly sorting song,
Peevesy knows the tricks to have them squaking home to Mom!
Second years are annoying,
They think they know so much;
I'll send them packing before second day's lunch!
Third years think they're ready
For the tasks that lie ahead;
little do they know what I've stuck beneath their beds!
Fourth years are a brute,
they never seem to learn,
Just how to duck and dodge
When I finally get my turn!
Fifth years get what they deserve,
The nasty little brats!
Never in my years have I seen such a group of prats!
Sixth years, nearly there, don't even really try;
Watch out for that hex, diving from the sky!
Seventh years are quite the charmers,
big and tall;
They'll be searching for some armor
When Peeves' axe begins to fall!
Now the halls are busy,
And my Flist you have been filling,
Seems a good time of year for another student killing! (Har har!)
Crying out for the book and more participation,
I'll give you something that will cause some hesitation!
Rhyming's not my strength,
But I do live to torment.
I'll sing you my songs now;
Those never you'll forget!
Stupid Gryffindor, they think they're big and tough,
Silly little Lions, they think they like it rough!
Just little kitties really;
Little balls of fluff!
You might be in Slytherin,
If you can't manage to keep yourself clean!
All that slithering on the floor
With that dirt and grime and ick!
This house will find you well,
If you turn tail in a pinch!
Ravenclaws, oh they've got it where it counts;
Brains and little else,
What a pitiful little house!
Clever to be sure
But little do they know;
Peeves'll have them singing
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"
Hufflepuffs: Awkward little badgers,
Can't help but do good!
'The rest', it's true,
Merlin help you
If you wind up there too!
Huffle my Puffle, and play me a tune;
And slither my timbers, in midafternoon!
Make up a rhyme, we'll judge you square!
Show your house colors, so we'll all point and stare!
[Seems Peeves has issued a challenge! Sing him a song to rival his own! Maybe then he'll let the Staff out of the Dungeons....]
S'been so long since you've been here,
I'd almost given up,
But now I get to tease you more with a little bit of luck!
Ickle little first years with their silly sorting song,
Peevesy knows the tricks to have them squaking home to Mom!
Second years are annoying,
They think they know so much;
I'll send them packing before second day's lunch!
Third years think they're ready
For the tasks that lie ahead;
little do they know what I've stuck beneath their beds!
Fourth years are a brute,
they never seem to learn,
Just how to duck and dodge
When I finally get my turn!
Fifth years get what they deserve,
The nasty little brats!
Never in my years have I seen such a group of prats!
Sixth years, nearly there, don't even really try;
Watch out for that hex, diving from the sky!
Seventh years are quite the charmers,
big and tall;
They'll be searching for some armor
When Peeves' axe begins to fall!
Now the halls are busy,
And my Flist you have been filling,
Seems a good time of year for another student killing! (Har har!)
Crying out for the book and more participation,
I'll give you something that will cause some hesitation!
Rhyming's not my strength,
But I do live to torment.
I'll sing you my songs now;
Those never you'll forget!
Stupid Gryffindor, they think they're big and tough,
Silly little Lions, they think they like it rough!
Just little kitties really;
Little balls of fluff!
You might be in Slytherin,
If you can't manage to keep yourself clean!
All that slithering on the floor
With that dirt and grime and ick!
This house will find you well,
If you turn tail in a pinch!
Ravenclaws, oh they've got it where it counts;
Brains and little else,
What a pitiful little house!
Clever to be sure
But little do they know;
Peeves'll have them singing
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore!"
Hufflepuffs: Awkward little badgers,
Can't help but do good!
'The rest', it's true,
Merlin help you
If you wind up there too!
Huffle my Puffle, and play me a tune;
And slither my timbers, in midafternoon!
Make up a rhyme, we'll judge you square!
Show your house colors, so we'll all point and stare!
[Seems Peeves has issued a challenge! Sing him a song to rival his own! Maybe then he'll let the Staff out of the Dungeons....]