The mood was bitter,

As another hitter,

Blew the quabble through the hoop.

Slytherin was winning, fifteen-to-nothing,

And their fans rejoicing, and cheering,

They thought that they had won.

But they had forgotten,

The new little freshman,

Who was playing the role of the seeker.

He stood on his broom,

And reached through the gloom,

When he lost his balance, and fell.

But with the snitch is his mouth,

He coughed it right out,

To a cheering Gryffendor crowd.

Hip hip hooray! Harry Potter has saved the day!