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Parseltongue

to the tune of “Native Tongue” by Switchfoot

Speak to me, Harry, in your Parseltongue.
Speak the words of the black mamba.
That’s the language
Of your Parseltongue.

Feel your heartbeat,
Bang the drum,
But don’t make Justin think you’re dumb.
The same words Salazar sung,
That’s the language
Of your Parseltongue.

My heart is a beating drum.
My head, thinking you’re too young.
My soul, where did it come from?
Your lips, your lungs, your Parseltongue.

Submitted by: Mary