And Odo the hero, they bore him back home,
To the place that he'd known as a lad,
They laid him to rest with his hat inside out
And his wand snapped in two, which was sad

~ J. K. Rowling ~

Let's pause from the MarySues, prefects and such,
And let's chant about Odo the brave!
Arise, Potter poets! The task is not much:
Bear your Odo in angst to his grave.

~ Nimbus 1944 ~

"Which was sad" were the words that ended the song
About Odo, who's sorrow-filled tales
Will be told yet again, many hundereds of times
Odo died, but his stories prevails

A challange that clearly is worthy the quill,
Of the best Potter poets around,
The tale of poor Odo to retell untill,
Nothing more to be told can be found,

How the wand was undone, why the hat inside out?
Why the best ones will die when still young?
Let's explore what his deeds were all about,
Let's restore those old songs which were sung,

Take your place by the hearth, Potter poets, arise
Find your inside-out-hat and your quill
Raise your voice with the bards who have sung about Odo
And those who will sing 'bout him still

~ Bagge ~

To my knowledge there are now eleven versions of Odo's tale written. The proud bards are Nimbus 1944, myself, Starred Signature, Dead-Luthien, Bellegeste, Miranda Took, Ember Nickel, InkandPaper, True Queen Of Chaos, SuGaRLiLy and Her Fantasy. Will you, dear Potter poet, be the next one to join our circle by the hearth? Join our singing and rhyming, our gabbling and bragging! Take your quill, dream yourself back to those ancient times of true heroes and write your own version of the song Hagrid and Slughorn sang that night at Aragog's funeral.