Dylan was still face-planting the desk, moaning and groaning about his woes. SONG LYRICS EVADED HIM...and he was getting nowhere with this...For whatever reason, it just wasn't happening. Even his perfected art of making random things up and making them work wasn't working...

FLOP.

WOE IS ME.

Lifting himself up, he eyed the parchment an tried to think of other ways to use the words...or other words that might fit altogether.

Oh, wonderful yew tree...
I'm so pleased with what you have given me...

Your gift was not bestowed in vain
...and you won't ever hear me complain...
...about tree-hugging and saving the planet again.

Hmph, could probably add 'amazingly' just before 'wonderful'...Oh, wait...He'd just thought of some more lines. Yes! That had been the goal. Definitely didn't want this thing to be too short.

I Diffindo'd your branch...and then did a dance...
What a terribly marvelous day!

The Slytherin Captain felt so lame...but he was beyond caring at this point. It needed to get done...and he hated lyrics. Just HATED them...and if they sounded cheesy or played out, well that really wasn't his problem.

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Oh, amazingly wonderful yew tree...
I'm so pleased with what you have given me...
I Diffindo'd your branch...and then did a dance...
What a terribly marvelous day!

Your gift was not bestowed in vain
...and you won't ever hear me complain...
...about tree-hugging and saving the planet again.

FLOP. SELF-CONSCIOUS FACE.