"It sucks to be a squib

not magical at all

i'm gonna end up just like filch

Chasing Harry down the hall

you would tell any lie

would stretch any fib

cause who could ever love

a low d own dirty squib

my parents were magical

and they had such high hopes for me

when i turned 11 and no letter came

the shame was so great i had to flea

i ran away, didn't know where i was going

i slept in kings cross heard the train whistle blowing

and i snuck aboard

the hogwarts express

and it sucked to be a squib

not magical at all

all the other kids are doing

magic in the halls

would take a bludger to the face

i would skellygrow my ribs

if only i could be

not just a low down dirty squib

when i got off the train

hagrid was there waiting for me

my parents had sent an owl ahead

they knew just where i was going to be

hagrid took me aside

and spoke very soft with a gleam in his eye

and this is what he said

it doesn't suck to be a squib

for there's chances you can take

abilities are nothing

it's the choices that we make

working on the side of good

and he almost cracked a rib

as he hugged me and he said

i love you little squib"