My job, my title is to referee.
And usually I've done what I must do.
Break up what could have started World War III
And kept the score quite faithfully and true.

I've stopped announcers before they could say
Things I would not like broadcast to the field
At large. But today has not been my day.
To Azkaban's dementors I must yield.

But if I can't even protect a youth
Who even now's in the hospital wing
From these forces of evil, then in truth
I can't face my reflection. Not a thing

Tells me I deserve to be called "Madam".
But if not, then I don't know who I am.