The Marauder's Rap

We don't stick to your rules, but we'll be anything but crass,

'Cause we're the chivelrous epitome of real bad-ass.

Now that you know our story and you've read the map,

Don't you agree there aught to also be a Marauder's Rap?

First up is Moony, he's a werewolf, if you didn't know,

And he's the tamest one of all us when the moon is low.

Don't let his tactful nature fool you 'cause we all suspect,

That underneath it all's a guy you wouldn't want to disrespect.

Now our affection for the next one's gone a little stale,

Ever since he murdered Prongs and landed Padfoot in jail.

Yeah, he was never very smart and in the end he wasn't true,

But we'd be liars not to mention Peter Pettigrew.

We can't deny that Padfoot's always had a few screws loose,

The mutt's got brains, but as for sense, he never found much use.

And while he's loyal all the way and from a fight he never ran,

We always knew he'd end up carted off to Azkaban.

Last is Prongs, the closest to a leader that we ever had,

You're lucky not to have met him if you think Padfoot's bad.

You may think he lived according to a half-baked whim,

But it would be your last mistake to underestimate him.

He could switch on grave defiance in the direst hour,

And turn around and shield you from the wrath of pranks gone sour.

We're Remus Lupin, James Potter, and Sirius Black,

And if you get on our bad side, better watch your back,

We were werewolves or animagi 'fore we turned sixteen,

And made the most formidable quartet this world has ever seen.

We're the remaining Marauders, mischief makers supreme,

And no one dares to say that we don't make a hell of a team.