Billy was a little lad who was told not to prance,

So he took all that naysaying and turned it into dance

Boxing was the manly sport, but Billy's toes were twinklin',

Which caught the eye of Mrs Weasley and gave her quite an inlkin'

That this wee bairn might make it far, achieve more than the plan he

Had for himself, if only he'd get a gander at a fanny*

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