Words and music by Ken Stephenson
I don't care
About the Quidditch pitch
Or the golden snitch
The Mirror of Erised
Just doesn't give me chills
I don't care
About flying brooms
Or requirement rooms
Flying a Hippogriff
Won't serve up any thrills
Ever since my older brother
Went to Hogwarts seven weeks ago
He's raved about the magic that he's seen
But I don't care
About disarming spells
On a troll who smells
Portkeys and whomping trees
Intrigue me not at all
I won't dare
Reveal to Dumbledore
That I think he's a bore
Just thinking of learning
All that magic makes me want to scowl
No I just wanna have an owl
Owls can see behind them
When they turn their heads around
They always seem profoundly shrewd and wise
So don't talk to me of centaurs
Or a spider that's hirsute
A phoenix doesn't cut
I just wanna have a bird that hoots
I don't care
About concealing cloaks
Or a wand of oak
Potions and moving stairways
Can't deliver mail
I don't care
What kind of pet
The other first years get
I don't want a beast
That makes a coo or squeak or howl
No kites or vultures
Or any other unsophisticated fowl
No I'm just in it for
I can't wait one more minute for
I've just gotta have an owl
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