Peeves, Peeves
Poltergeist Peeves--
This one can run you through.
He laughs, he cackles, he jokes, he jibes--
It’s not fiction; it’s true!
He’ll string you from the ceiling
Not far from Filch’s ways,
He’ll throw his dungbombs at you
He likes to make you craze.
Peeves, Peeves
Poltergeist Peeves--
This one will make you scream.
He pokes, he prods, he throws, he topples--
And all this makes him beam!
He’ll spit bubbles in your hair
And swing the cat around,
He’ll tie you to a chandelier
And hope you won’t be found.
Peeves, Peeves
Poltergeist Peeves--
This one is his own boss.
He pushes, he pulls, he twitters, he twirls--
Until all sanity’s lost!