I’ve lost my voice, can’t cast a spell
To tell you I agree
for I’ve transformed, once a rebel
Reading your poetry.
What every word, these magic words
Made me cry, laugh or smile
Why the words of books aren’t heard
‘til in a verse compiled.
You enchant with your presence Oak
You fix our days and moods
The spell I cast becomes a joke
And therefore I conclude
You are for sure the Potter here
A delight since you first appeared.