It was one day when poring was the rain
That Morfin felt that the family snake was being inane.
So he swore to nail it to the door pain

With the snake he was quite perturbed
He spoke to it in a hissing language that would make most disturbed,
But a language that the serpent knew and heard.

He said:
“I’m really quite sick of you
So go away, Shoo!
Or else the day you were born, you will rue.”

Now knowing that frustration was coming soon,
Morfin went back to his room,
Waking his wand and making “bobs” and “booms.”

The snake hadn’t listened but still wanted to play.
What he was thinking, even a seer could not say,
But it would surely insure this 24 hour period would be his last day.

He coiled his way to that violent boy’s room, announcing each step with a “ring”
Oh yes, he made noise on his way, constantly slithering
His happiness and playfulness un-withering.

Quite bothered, Morfin went and got a hammer
He began, some say, to shout with a “BAM” or
Some say with a stammer.

Then the Marvolo boy got a nail
He half walked down the stairs and half slid down the rail
Grabbing, on the way down, “that blasted serpent’s” tail.

He opened the door and walked outside
Looking unto the muggle town in which he did reside,
And looked back at the door, and hammer, his lips tightening into a smile that was wide.

He held the “crawler” against the door
Letting out a mighty roar
That reflected that he hated the snake to its heart’s core.

The nail with aid from the hammer, into the snake, it was plunged
No, the serpent no longer lived very much
Although it took Morfin, to get the nail in, a mighty lunge.

And to this day it hangs, in the door’s opinion a bad rash
In the image of Morfin, a piece of trash
Its life gone by in a flash

Oh, yes,

It was one day when poring was the rain
That Morfin felt the family snake was being inane
And therefore, it found its bane