O little town of Hogsmeade,
On thee we do rely;
Past the Witch’s Hump we jump
As Pringle passes by.
Yet in the darkened Honeydukes’
Cellar, we arrive;
If we’re found out, they’ll kick us out.
Merlin, we feel so alive!

Past The Hog’s Head, we go
Along the abandoned street.
To shadows deep, we always keep,
Our paws and hooves so fleet.
Dog and stag and rat and wolf
Stride on toward murky wood,
And endow the moon a howling tune
Of four boys, friends for good.

No Shack for us, no Shack for us;
We’ve bigger fish to fry —
On to explore the woods and more
Until the dawn is nigh.
This night is long and all ours;
Let no place go unseen
By souls at home where they can roam,
Of course, it’s us we mean.

O sublime town of Hogsmeade,
Conceal us, we implore;
Watch o’er our haunts and monthly jaunts
And many, many more.
We hear the village stirring,
So back to school we flee;
Past the Willow’s Whomp we’ll stomp —
Next month, we shall see thee!