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.