Fred and George,

George and Fred,

The unmistakable

Twin redheads.



Wreaking havok,

In their wake,

Causing mischief,

For mischief’s sake.



Never the kind,

To care for rules,

Pranks and jokes,

Were fun at school.



Even though Filch

Botched up many plans

Their Canary Creams

Were in high demand.



All the kids hated,

To see the boys go.

But they at least gave,

One great final show.



They hopped on their brooms,

Making ready to leave.

Behind them they shouted,

“Give her hell from us, Peeves!”



Their business did thrive,

For with Harry’s aid,

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes,

The joke shop was made.



Now the grown twins,

Are the luckiest of all,

Making their living,

By having a ball.



Experimenting with products,

Both old and new,

The Weasley twins fulfill,

What they were born to do.