His hair is dripping, weeping tears of grease
For cold neglect; it's not been washed in years.
Apart from duckies, bunnies, and John Cleese,
You'll find shampoo among his greatest fears.
How well do select the ones you trust?
You claim you can read minds. While this is true,
For this man, Occlumency is a must.
If he could fool the one you fear, then you
Compared to him must be a piece of cake.
You're not just stupid, Voldy; you're absurd!
You have a filthy slimeball in your wake,
And I mean that in every sense of the word.
On good Death Eaters, you are running low.
You should have given up a long time ago.