Away in an Orphanage

to the tune of “Away in a Manger” by John McFarland

Away in an orphanage,
His mother now dead
The little Lord Voldemort
Laid down His foal head

The poor orphan workers
Looked down where He lay
The little Tom Riddle
Asleep all the day

The orphans are crying
The dark lord awakes
And little Tom Riddle
Starts talking to snakes

I hate Thee, Tom Riddle
And will till I die
If Harry can kill you
I’ll heave a big sigh

They fear thee, Lord Voldy
And ask Thee to stay
In Albania forever
To live out your days

I’ll keep all my children
From your pale-white hands
And wait till we’re free
From your threat in this land

Submitted by: ShawBear


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