An ode, an ode to Harry Potty
He is such a major hottie
His hair's unruly, it gets knotty
Like his name he makes us potty

When he was a baby he used a cotty
He brushed his teeth so they wouldn't rotty
He goes to class to get real swotty
Using a quill to take his jotty

A liar and cheat are what he's notty
He wipes he nose so it won't get snotty
When he grows up he'll buy a yachty
And learn Morse code where things get dotty

Behold his perfect lily-white botty
A scar like lightening is what he's gotty
He's so cute, we are besotty
With the one named Harry Potty