I know the first two well

But as for pesky number three?

I don’t--but still do swell!

Who made up the sciences

That “make the world go ‘round”

Or those Muggle ‘pliances

That blare out pointless sound?

I’m fit and fine with formulas

That make a potion brew

But not those Muggle ‘quations that try

To tell you what to do

I like Potions, I like Charms

I’m still young, but I do

But those beeping things--alarms?

They scare me, how ‘bout you?

I grew up with magic

And that’s how I plan to live

But what on Earth can I do now?

I’ve found out I’m a Squib!