From across the sea of green

With hair as bright as the sun.

I have, but few times seen,

The girl that lives across the run.

People say she's not right in the head

For she lives in a large chess piece, the rook

When thoughts of her turns cheeks bright red

and butterflies my stomach took

Her hair is yellow as a fresh field of corn

Her eyes grey like a clouded over sky

And though I wish to grab its horn

My chances many, I let slip by.

When at Hogwarts, I reside

My heart with her, shall be beside.