After eating to many cookies, I had a very strange dream where Snape was
dressed up as the Grinch and was trying to steal Christmas. This song is
what I came up with, with the help of a friend, when I told him about the
straaaaange dream. Be warned! We were both quite hyper when we came up with
this, and it's kinda corny and childish. This is not defiantly my best work, but let me know what you think anyway. I shall patiently await your
flames.
Oh, and for all of those of you who are fans of my fic, "Legolas Gets a Job at Taco Bell", for some reason ftnet removed it and emailed me that it was against the rules but won't tell me why. But don't worry. I'm going to post it on another website through Yahoo Geocites and it should be up and ready in a couple of days. Check out my profile page (you get to it by clicking on my username) and right before it starts listing links to my stories, I will have updated information for you) to get the link if it's available,
and any further information about that.
Oh yes, one more thing, I don't own Harry Potter or The Grinch!
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"Mr. Snape"
You're a mean one, Mr. Snape
You give yourself such an air, You're as cuddly as a cactus; you're as charming as an eel (or maybe the
Giant Squid), Mr. Snape,
You're a bad banana with greasy black hair!
You're a monster, Mr. Snape,
Your heart's a moldy fish pond,
Your brain is full of spiders; you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Snape,
I wouldn't curse you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot wand!
You're a foul one, Mr. Snape,
You face looks full of dirt,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick blasted ended skert, Mr.
Snape,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick skert!
You're a farter, Mr. Snape,
You're underwear is full of sinful sots, You secretly wear Legolas boxer shorts with moldy purple socks, Mr. Snape, You're a three decker pumpkin juice and toad sandwich with Wartcap sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Snape,
With a nauseous super "naus"!, You're a greasy haired professor and you drive a crooked broom, Mr. Snape,
Your cauldron is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most
disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a greasy one, Mr. Snap,
With hair like a nasty wasty skunk,
Your house elf never washes your socks; your wand is full of gunk, Mr.
Snape,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and Harry Potter
agrees,
"Stink, stank, grease"!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, what are you waiting for! Hit that little button and send me a flame!
C'mon! I'm waiting!
this, and it's kinda corny and childish. This is not defiantly my best work, but let me know what you think anyway. I shall patiently await your
flames.
Oh, and for all of those of you who are fans of my fic, "Legolas Gets a Job at Taco Bell", for some reason ftnet removed it and emailed me that it was against the rules but won't tell me why. But don't worry. I'm going to post it on another website through Yahoo Geocites and it should be up and ready in a couple of days. Check out my profile page (you get to it by clicking on my username) and right before it starts listing links to my stories, I will have updated information for you) to get the link if it's available,
and any further information about that.
Oh yes, one more thing, I don't own Harry Potter or The Grinch!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Mr. Snape"
You're a mean one, Mr. Snape
You give yourself such an air, You're as cuddly as a cactus; you're as charming as an eel (or maybe the
Giant Squid), Mr. Snape,
You're a bad banana with greasy black hair!
You're a monster, Mr. Snape,
Your heart's a moldy fish pond,
Your brain is full of spiders; you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Snape,
I wouldn't curse you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot wand!
You're a foul one, Mr. Snape,
You face looks full of dirt,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick blasted ended skert, Mr.
Snape,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick skert!
You're a farter, Mr. Snape,
You're underwear is full of sinful sots, You secretly wear Legolas boxer shorts with moldy purple socks, Mr. Snape, You're a three decker pumpkin juice and toad sandwich with Wartcap sauce!
You nauseate me, Mr. Snape,
With a nauseous super "naus"!, You're a greasy haired professor and you drive a crooked broom, Mr. Snape,
Your cauldron is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most
disgraceful
assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!
You're a greasy one, Mr. Snap,
With hair like a nasty wasty skunk,
Your house elf never washes your socks; your wand is full of gunk, Mr.
Snape,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and Harry Potter
agrees,
"Stink, stank, grease"!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Well, what are you waiting for! Hit that little button and send me a flame!
C'mon! I'm waiting!