Whompy Stole My Pillow

I decided to take a nap beneath the Whomping Willow tree.
Oh, my, my, you wish you were me.
I had a blanket and a pillow and a good wizard book,
But I was so tired I didn't read the book.
I was deep asleep for a while, I could tell
As if someone had cast me under a spell.
I awoke as my neck started to get sore.
It was then I realized I should have listened to Albus Dumbledore....

Because Whompy stole my pillow.
Whompy stole my pillow.
And he won't give it back to me.

While I was asleep I dreamt of Death Eater's above
And a few dementors tried to suck, suck suck.
And Dobby flew by awkwardly on HP's broom.
“I think it was the one the Willow smashed one afternoon!”
Moaning Myrtle ululated from inside a bathroom stall
And right above me the Whomping Willow stood tall
And he tossed my pillow teasingly from limb to branch
So I kicked him in his knot to see that botanical freak dance!

Whompy stole my pillow.
Whompy stole my pillow.
And he won't give it back to me.