There was a castle far away - big, big, big,
Where there lived a handsome man - sad, sad, sad,
And a young new librarian - pretty, pretty, pretty.
The young woman noticed the man - lonely, lonely, lonely,
And did her best to befriend him - kind, kind, kind,
And to get him to smile a bit - at last, at last, at last.
It wasn't easy at the start - at all, at all, at all,
Old quarrels stood in the way - nasty, nasty, nasty.
But finally they buried the hatchet - deep, deep, deep.
Together you can see them now - often, often, often,
And if they keep arguing together - sometimes, sometimes, sometimes,
In the end they reconcile - always, always, always.
So much time they spent together - alone, alone, alone,
That the Professor fell in love - deeply, deeply, deeply,
With the smart young librarian - pretty, pretty, pretty.
Tonight he intends to propose - at last, at last, at last;
And she will accept to marry - Yes! Yes! Yes!
The man who will make her happy - forever, and ever, and ever.
I came to tell you this story - simple, simple, simple,
To brighten up this winter day - sad, sad, sad,
And upon your face put that smile - charming, charming, charming.
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: the characters belong to JK Rowling. The particular rhythm of this poem was inspired by a French poem by Charles Cros, 'le hareng
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Beta read by the charming dacian_goddess. Thank you!