Filk: Mr Fletcher

[quigonginger]

No: HPFGUIDX 128704

Mr Fletcher, to the tune of Mr Sandman by the Chordettes.

To Alla

Fred and George, working hard on their new Snackboxes, find 
themselves in need of a few, shall we say, hard to come by 
ingredients.

They sing:
Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, etc.

Mr Fletcher, bring us some seeds.
Oh, Great Purveyor of Illicit Needs.
For bloody nose, or nauseus tummy,
Just make sure that we don't get caught by Mummy!

Fletcher, now we've the clout
To make this venture in joke sales work out.
Candy that will make you bleed!
Mr Fletcher, bring us a seed.

Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, etc.

Mr Fletcher, bring us some seed,
And pardon us if we play on your greed.
We've got the murtlap and the doxie venom-
Oh, my, the things that our new treats have in'em!

Fletcher, such a good bloke.
Too bad old Moody can see through your cloak.
So let's reword what we agreed-
Mr Fletcher, give us the seeds.

Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, Dung, etc.

Mr Fletcher, once we move on
>From Good old Hogwarts up to Diagon
We'll have a stash of things that are funny,
And, too, we'll have a stash of Wizard money.

Fletcher, glory and fame,
A trade where Weasley's the prominent name.
You're such a friend, a friend indeed,
Mr Fletcher, bring us, please, please, please,
Mr Fletcher, bring us a seed.


Ginger, wondering if the WW has an FDA, and how F&G would explain 
their ingredients should they ever be investigated.