My life was nice,
My life was short,
My life was ice.
I loved teaching students
At Hogwarts each year.
How could I let go of
My sweet pupils dear?
Being a ghost
Is near good as living!
Praying and hoping
And greeting and giving.
I enjoy it lots!
I have no regret!
No whining, no fussing,
And no need to fret.
Yes, my poor life is good
In the school where I started.
I’ve no need to leave,
No want to be parted.
So why do I feel somber,
In that dark time called night,
When my conscience is failing,
When the memories fight?
I know not the answer,
I may never find out.
But I do know that decisions
Can be roundabout.
So sit down and think,
Whene’er you decide
To fast or to brew,
To stay open or hide.
Those were my words of wisdom,
I will not evade them,
Even when my light goes out,
Nothing can fade them.
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