Purveyors of Magical Mischief
If explosions and pranks are apart of your everyday scene
And one day when you got to class, the teacher’s hair was green
You need not accuse the ghost that was recently at a ball
Nor the evil Slytherin that was lurking down the hall
For have no fear, this pleasant year of 1976
It was only the Marauders with one of their wicked tricks