We solemnly swear
We're up to no good
With Dungbombs and frogspawn
The four of us stood
Moony, the werewolf
Always brave and wise
Young in his bones
Yet old in his eyes
Wormtail, the rat
With potential and use
His betrayal killed many
But he got his dues
Padfoot, the dog
Who was loyal and brave
He would die for his friends
No matter how much he misbehaved
Prongs, the stag
Born talented and clever
Would die for his family
Loyal, forever
Though they all perished
They are not truly gone
With each passing generation
Their legacy lives on