FILK: Iggy McSnurd's Rhymes and Songs for Wee Ones

[Iggy McSnurd]

No: HPFGUIDX 95691

Iggy here:
 
I was recently browsing through a chest of drawers in my attic and came
across a few scrolls.  This is what I found so far, but I know that I
have some more around here somewhere.  I'll send in more scrolls as I
find them.  (These are from a project I wanted to work on a few years
back, but had to set it aside.)
 
 
Iggy McSnurd
 
 
 
Iggy McSnurd's Rhymes and Songs for Wee Ones
 
I Love Little Crookshanks
(Crooned by a mother Hermione to her bonnie lasses
to the tune of "I Love Little Pussy.")
 
I love little Crookshanks, his coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt him he'll do me no harm.
I'll sit by the fire and give him some food,
And Crookshanks will love me, because I am good.
 
 
Tom, Tom, the Muggle's son
(to "Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son")
 
Tom, Tom, the Muggle's son, cast a curse, and tried to run!
The curse was beat, Tom felt defeat, 
Which left him crumpled at Harry's feet.
 
 
Lordie Voldie
(to "Humpty Dumpty")
 
Lordie Voldie sat on a wall, 
Lordie Voldie had a great fall.
All the Death Eaters, both ladies and men
Couldn't put Lord Voldie together again.
 
 
 
Sing a Song of Sixpence
 
Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye; 
Four-and-twenty House Elves baked in a pie. 
When the pie was open'd, the Elves began this chord.
 
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before a Lord?
Lucius was in the counting house, counting out his money; 
Narcissa was in the parlor, eating bread and honey;
Dobby was in the garden, hanging out the clothes; 
There came a little dickie bird, and popped upon his nose!
 
 
Petunia's Song
(to "the Nurse's Song")
 
Play my Dudders diddy, what can Mammy do wid 'e? 
Sit on a lap, give it some pap, and play a Dudders diddy.
Smile, my baby bonnie; What will time bring on 'e?
 
Sorrow and care, frowns and gray hair; So smile, my baby bonnie.
Laugh, my baby, beauty; What will time do to ye? 
Furrow your cheek, wrinkle your neck, so laugh, my Dudders, beauty.
Play, my Dudders, deary; Mother will never be weary. 
Frolic and play now while you may; So play, my Dudders, deary.
 
 
Higglety, Pigglety, Pop
 
Higglety, Piggletly, Pop
Dudley just ate the mop.
Vernon's in a hurry,
Petunia's in a flurry,
Higglety, Pigglety, Pop
 
 
Harry and Lord Voldemort
(to "the Lion and the Unicorn" in an oddly symbolic manner as well.)
 
Harry and Lord Voldemort
Were fighting up and down,
Harry beat Lord Voldemort
All 'round the town.
 
Some gave them "huzzas"
Some gave them frowns
And some drew their own wands
To zap them out of town.
 
 
Peter, Peter, the Death Eater
 
Peter, Peter, the Death Eater
Became a rat and hid in fear.
He hid for years with the Weasley clan,
And now he sports a silver hand.
 
 
 
 


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