Dancing to my Loony Tunes

Dancing to my Loony Tunes

I can hear the moonfrogs croak,

the Blibbering humdiggers hum,

And that could mean only one thing,

That my time has come.




As a child I’d often wonder,

How’d people of magic ever die,

If not for dark wizards and their curses,

And battles that would darken the sky?




Turns out there are battles we must anyway partake

Like freezing when you’d rather thaw,

And that is how my quest for the the crumple horned Snorkacks ended,

Me hanging on to a tooth on their jaw!





My Radish earrings are yours,Lily Luna Potter, dear,

Those muffled voices inside your head, the’d whisper in your ear.

My garden and my home,my twin boys, to each I bequeath half,

There are no flowers, only plants that spoke to me, and those enchanted windows will make you laugh.




To all the kids that call me an aunt,

I hope you revisit the stories I told,

And let your kids grow a lil more loony,

And grow loonier yourself as you grow old

For my friends, Hermionie, Harry, Neville and Ron,

I’m glad I tagged along,

There’s a bag of my memories in the attic,

Tied in a bow with a Thestral’s song




For each who was part of my journey,

A strand of my silver hair,

As a personal silver lining,

In times of despair.




Could your death bring in nostalgia,

Why, I would say oh yes!

Like My Ma, I’d rather have a terrible accident,

I’d prayed for it, I confess!





And so,it’s time to meet my Ma,

would you walk me out the door?

No, I cant get up, I blew my legs,

Just open the window some more.




And I’d fly off on a hunched Fumbledorg,

Whom I fashioned from Buckbeak’s plumes,

Humming with the Blibbering Humdiggers,

I’ll dance to my Loony tunes!